Slim Randles' Home Country
Picnics, not politics
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[July
06, 2013]
The annual Fourth of July picnic was a celebration of
time and freedom. We'd all watched the parade, earlier, because
that's what you do on the Fourth, and we believe in it. |
Our parade features Scout troops in uniform, the high school band,
floats with pretty girls -- well, OK, it's actually Delbert's
convertible with signs on the doors -- and little kids proudly
leading their dogs down our main street. In other words, pretty much
everyone. Those of us who aren't marching have been known to say
things like, "Hon, isn't that the O'Brien kid with that German
shepherd? My, he's grown."
You know.
And then we go to the picnic and gorge ourselves and play
softball and horseshoes and soak up the sun and laugh a lot.
It's a time for asking mere acquaintances from grocery store
sightings just how they're doing, in hopes of becoming real friends.
It's time to catch up on friends who have been solid bricks in our
wall of life forever. It's also a time to rejoice and see new
bundles of babies that have joined us since last year, and feel a
bit sad at those who have left us, too.
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It's a time when two guys on opposite sides, politically, can
just smile and talk sports and enjoy each other. There's time enough
to disagree on policies later on. No rush.
And we know, deep inside, that this is the real reason we
celebrate our Independence Day. Because we can set aside our
differences and have fun together. We can be free to have fun
together because a long time ago some men in powdered wigs were
smart enough to look ahead toward … well, toward this very picnic of
ours, actually.
They wanted it to be fun, too.
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Slim Randles]
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