In the town’s Funky Fourth parade on July 2, tractors joined with antique cars. A man stood on a tractor with a red I Dissent shirt. I stood at the edge of the town green, watching, filled with my own kind of dissent. And yet… the morning unfolded into an afternoon of free ice cream and cookies, an auction to raise funds for Ukrainian children, and hours of chatting outside.
That, perhaps, sums up where we are now. At the end of the day, I came home with local cheese — gratis — and a fresh list of stories.
Happy Independence Day weekend, for whatever that means these days…
7 thoughts on “4th on the 2nd.”
I so agree with “whatever that means.”
A large gray area….
It means America is still beautiful, in spite of ……
… in spite of, perhaps, a number of things.
I’m glad I can still interpret what it means, Brett Ann. Hope that lift still fills your emotional sails.
Thank you, as always, for chiming in.