Relatives tend to die around holidays. Imagine being at a military cemetery on Memorial Day Weekend. That is where I have been.
They are having a softball tournament somewhere near here so the hotel is loaded with boys between the ages of 8 and 14. Parents are busy drinking as the boys run wild and, worse, scream. The halls are littered with pizza boxes and other debris. I think the inconvenience to regular guests at the Islandia Marriott is worth a few million points Marriott.
I asked them to turn off Fox News on one of their Lobby TV's. My Marriott file must be noted with "major pain in the ass".
My brother gave me a test. The outcome was "I am a fascist". One of my relatives said I looked shorter as she glided by at the funeral. Yes, it has been a good weekend, one I hope to forget.