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, okay, 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 Delgado 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.
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.
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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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