I have a crush on the Icelandic ash cloud.

My day was devoid of tricorn caps, muskets, and marathoners.  I heard no gunfire.  I went to work without incident and returned home with zero fanfare.  Today was Patriots Day and nobody in Michigan noticed.

Patriots Day! How can a holiday so central to my childhood pass by with no more than a comment about the Icelandic ash cloud? Oh, but I love that cloud.  I love how a volcano erupted and the Eyjafjallajoekull glacier sublimated and jökulhlauped in a furious rage that faded into a passive aggressive aggregation of ash hanging over Europe.  Thank goodness the ash cloud is commemorating the shot heard round the world, because Michigan is silent.

Patriots day is always marked by a reenactment of the first battle of the Revolutionary war, held on the triangular splay of grass in my hometown of Lexington, MA. I used to think everyone celebrated Patriots day and that every town had a square shaped like a triangle, but only when I left the state did I start yearning for the holiday and searching for alternate geometries.

Will we ever reenact the ash cloud?  More things in life should be reenacted.  Iceland is the only place in the world where the Mid-Atlantic Ridge is on land.  This is no small feat. The Ridge, yes, I’m capitalizing it, is a gaping, open-mouth zipper that spews oceanic crust out from the innards of our planet.  I’d reenact that.

So hot.

"I'm having a reenactment at my place."