You don’t really celebrate Remembrance Day. You observe it.

Here, we do that by shutting everything down: offices, stores, mail delivery. We have 11 am-ceremonies in public parks with aging, medal-bedecked veterans, flags and bagpipes. These are nice community gatherings.

I like this holiday because there’s nothing commercial about it, no gift pressure, no requirement to have turkey, no radio ads shouting at you to “Come on out for Remembrance Day mattress madness!”

I don’t think you’re supposed to wish people “Happy Remembrance Day.” I guess it’s an introspective holiday. You don’t have to say anything. You’re just supposed to think about things.

Growing up here, I always assumed Remembrance Day was observed with a public holiday everywhere. I was amazed to discover the November 11th is not a public holiday a place like Britain which was pounded in WWII by the Blitz. They do their remembering on the nearest Sunday.

God knows, we’re steamrolling into the Mother of all commercial holidays. You have to like a nice understated holiday like this. There aren’t enough of them.