Memorial Day is the time we remember the honored dead, from all walks of life. I’ll be sitting under a big maple tree at the grave of a dear friend this weekend. We bring her flowers from our garden every year and remember our long, happy friendship with her. She came into a turn-of-the-century world, when electricity was new and television had yet to be invented, and passed out of it at the turn of another century, having experienced jet flights and the Internet. A rich life indeed. To learn a little more about this national holiday, take a peak at our First Step Nonfiction title. And enjoy the holiday weekend! Check in again in two weeks for more from TFCB.