Last year I was in Lima, Peru for the Fourth, which was wonderful but about as American as a cricket match. So I’m thrilled to be here this year, and not only here, but on my way to Kutztown, PA, the land of sheep shearing and Mennonite weddings!
As a kid, I spent many a Fourth at a local park nearby stuffing my self with barbecued meats, painting my entire face red, white and blue and trying to knock adults into a dunk tank. Then of course, as I grew up around DC, we would load into my mom’s Volvo station wagon and head to the National Mall to sit elbow to elbow with tourists and ou and ah at fireworks. It was a bit like a patriotic mosh pit, but I remember thinking the fireworks where the coolest thing that ever hit our skies.
Later in life, I would head down to the Mall with friends to watch the fireworks somewhat intoxicated. I think I may even have waded into the Reflecting Pool Forest Gump style once or twice, but I still thought the fireworks above the Washington Monument were amazing.
This year, I’ll be waving my flag in good old Kutztown which I’m just thrilled about. I never really appreciate how nice our flag is like I do on the Fourth. So thanks to the ghost of Miss Ross and thanks to Kutztown. I’m not there yet, but I already know that this little town will provide me with one of the most memorable Independence Days ever. Happy Fourth!