We love to go to Indiana every year for the days surrounding Independence Day (or, "The Celebration of Your Rebellion Day" as I like to refer to it).
This year was no exception. First there was the Fireman's Festival parade... mostly fire trucks, home made floats and a lot of tractors (such as this fine Canadian specimen below!).
After grabbing 7 pounds of Tootsie Rolls (the most repulsive candy ever created - and apparently the cheapest, as that is what 99% of parade participants tossed at my kids) we all went to bed waiting for the 4th.
"The Fourth" is short-form for a happy day in America. We spent it with all the relatives by Grandpa's pool - a big Pizza Hut lunch (thanks Grandpa!) followed by body-wrecking games of pool basketball, soccer, and the Annual Charlie-Ball tournament. Wait. There was no Charlie-Ball Tournament this year. How did we miss that?
That night it is off to the town park to watch lots of fireworks - and cringe every time my 4-year old runs wildly with a burning sparkler in his hand.
Sometimes I make fun of America (sorry, Derifter), but it really is a remarkable and blessed country. And frankly, it is a treat to "be American" for a week of the year. Just don't tell my rebellious relatives!