When I was growing up, this day—the one after Halloween—was known as All Saints’ Day.
Then again, I was taught by Italian-American relatives and Irish and Irish-American nuns. As hard as this may be to fathom, especially if you are, ahem, young enough to be a child I’ll never have, there weren’t any Mexicans in our neighborhood in the heart of Brooklyn. So I didn’t know about Dia de Los Muertos—the Day of the Dead—until I was well into adulthood.
So, today, in addition to enjoying nachos, I will celebrate this day by relishing the irony of some imagery I’ve seen.
Some people cycle to improve their health and prolong their lives. Perhaps the above image shows that it’s a good plan—or that some of us will never stop cycling!
