The smell of gunpowder peppers the air with a haze that would have made any musketeer jealous. The fireworks are in full cannonade, and everyone at this town festival is watching lakeside with a cold one in their hand. The mood is fat and happy, fueled partially by burnt, over-priced hot dogs and iced treats, all sold at mobile stands which pimple the closed off main street like tourist-tents, designed to draw every last dollar. Somewhere some generic classic rock music is playing, as people saunter by the current spectacle - all of them key participants in age old tradition of finding places to go Memorial Day Weekend, and living the heck out of it for one great, star-spangled day. But is this the really what Memorial Day Weekend is all about? Or is there more?