Memorial Day weekend has always been "Mule Days" for me. When I think of the holiday in late May, I never think "memorial day holiday", I always think "Mule Days." I did, after all, grow up in the "Mule Capital of the World." As a local, I marched in parades, I sold cokes in the grandstands, and I attended rodeos. As a teen and college student, unless I was working at Mule Days, I avoided it (along with the crowds) as best I could. Now, I have a friend in town and so we are "doing Mule Days." We've been the fairgrounds, visited the animals, studied the difference between a horse, a mule, and a donkey, watched the parade, run into old friends, and even visited the local bar.