Days Gone By

It's been more than 10 years, and it still doesn't feel right to celebrate Independence day on the 4th.

My home town was either the 2nd or the 3rd place to have the Declaration publically read (two different places disagree on who got there first) and we always celebrated on that day.

It was called Heritage Day, and the day always kicked off with a reading of the Declaration of Independence.  Always.  With actors and flintlocks and Huzzah's.

The buildings linked to our founding fathers were always open, and tours were given with commentary.

The history of the day, of the time, of the war - it was deeply linked to the celebration.  I am certain it was possible to avoid and ignore with effort.  But I miss it.

Happiness

I haz  Trader Joe's Dutch Chocolate pudding and Extremely Vanilla cookies.

I haz Birch Beer.  Yez, boy took me to BevMo so I could get Birch Beer.  I very very happy.

Fireworks were good, stupid propaganda not so good.  But good food and memory of good fireworks make bad taste go away.