Holiday weekends with skeleton crews on duty at local TV stations always seem to lead to “marathons” – I’ll bet there’s some local station near virtually every one of you, at least in the U.S., that is showing back-to-back episodes of Star Trek, or the Godfather, or Ghost Whisperer, or something like that, most of the day today (Chez moi, it’s episodes of Criminal Minds.)
Following in that grand tradition of ignoring the meaning of the day, we here at Keepa (all of us! every last one of me – er, us!) are stealing their idea and running a marathon of our own. From 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. (Mountain Daylight Time), we’ll post another fiction story from one of the old Church magazines. Some will be good, some will be, well, less good. I’ll be surprised if anybody reads them all. But they’re there for your enjoyment, should you need a quiet break from the barbecues and frisbees and beach trips.
And one or two of the stories may even have ties to the meaning of the day, remembering those who have passed on, especially those who have died in service to country.
Note: The stories are appearing below this note, which will stick to the top of the page all day long