Hearing God Bless America echoing this morning from the graveside service up the hill made me a little teary-eyed. While we’re being low-key today, having sort of exhausted our people-being-with skills, I’m still aware that my country is 263 years old today. (Meanwhile, the British, with amused smiles, say, “Awww! You’re almost a big country now!”)
I miss my friend Charlotte and her family most of all on the 4th of July, because with them in 2010 I had one of the most awesome holidays, ever, and it still stands out in my memory – fireflies, parades, corn on the cob, lemon cake – a perfect distillation of every childhood summer I ever wanted. This time, there’s peach crumble, iced tea, and burritos.
Hope you’re having a perfect summer’s day, wherever you are, celebrating the Constitution, a working government, even if we’re not always so keen on how it works, and having a union in which to be the United States.
Next time we are playing charades. I regret not having played charades with you two while I had you.
You shall have us again! Promise!
I really do hope we both end up on that panel… even if not, I may have to come!