Call me silly, but I love a parade! My little community commemorates the holiday with a parade each year, and the kids all decorate their bikes and skateboards and what-all and trail our neighborhood fire trucks in a parade that passes right in front of my porch.
There’s just something about watching people stream by your house in the middle of the day, with lights, sirens, drums, guitars, and kazoos that puts a smile on your face and keeps it there. How’s a girl gonna work when there’s so much fun going on, anyway?
Happy Birthday, America; two hundred and thirty-five years and still going strong. I cannot imagine anything more fun, more festive, or more American. What a great way to celebrate!
