Someone passed me a note the other day making a case for this November 11 as Nigel Tufnel Day.
(For those of you who don’t know who Nigel Tufnel is, click here. And if you were born between 1960 and 1975, shame on you.)
Now being a huge fan of This Is Spinal Tap and numerical oddities in general, I thought this was a cool idea. Started thinking about finding a skeletal torso T-shirt in neon green. Began considering whether I could coordinate having “Stonehenge” or perhaps “The Majesty of Rock” blasting at 11 at 11:11:11 on 11/11/11. But…
…wait. Isn’t that Veterans Day? Yes. Yes, it is.
Now it’s not like I make a huge effort to observe Veterans Day, but I do try to have a quiet moment or two of thought and prayer, and perhaps offer something brief and respectful here. However culturally significant Nigel Tufnel is, he shall not be enough to nudge that out with me.
As crass as we’ve become, and as tempted as part of me is to examine this line of inquiry, I really doubt there’s any intent to minimize Veterans Day with this. I think someone saw the convergence of elevens, thought “these go to eleven,” and ran with it. (Wow, do stop and enjoy 11:11:11 on 11/11/11, though. Despite false reports of other calendric coincidences, that one really is only possible once every 100 years.)