I hate May Day! It is the anniversary of one of my worst and earliest failures. I was in the third grade and after the teacher patiently had three rehearsals on making a May Pole, I went the wrong direction and messed it all up. She was mad. The other kids were mad. I didn’t blame them. May Day, Smay Day! May your May Pole be long and straight…wait. That doesn’t sound right…Oh, well, Happy May Day, everyone!