Fourth of July has always been my favorite holiday. Because it’s not about giving gifts or wrapping presents or fixing a turkey or ham or going to extremes to decorate the house and yard in extravagant displays that will be enjoyed for a day or two and then taken down and stored in either the garage or the attic for another year. Really, there’s not much special that I do on this day. Other than hanging out the flag and then just simply showing up and letting somebody else do the work. And, maybe, if I’m fortunate and feeling fine, marching in the Duncanville parade. Ah, Independence Day, with the right to just be me, on my own terms, and the freedom to celebrate with all the other Patriots in this Fair Land.
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