Fourth of July? This couldn’t possibly be the Fourth of July; it’s far too quiet! I didn’t hear any canon blasting the start of breakfast in the city park at 6 a.m. Where’s the parade with the fire engines draped with children and the solemn color guard? No chalk art decorates the downtown sidewalks. No free snowcones are being given away. Children aren’t racing, hunting for coins, or swimming for free and go-carts aren’t escaping the hay bale barriers. There’s no sign of a street dance, sparklers, or fireworks anywhere. And what’s a Fourth of July without a barbeque, family chatter, and homemade ice cream?
There is none of that here in our little town like there is where I grew up, but we just didn’t have the umph to go there this year. I always think that I won’t miss it because of all the effort we have to go to, but, alas, I do. Happy Hard-Won Freedom Day, America. Treasure it always.
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