Go Team America
Feel free to listen to this song while reading this post.
The 4th of July is my favorite holiday, and it should be yours too. Why? First of all, if you live in the United States it means you get a day off (ironically, I’m posting this from work). Second, you get to party with friends and say phrases that include, but are not limited to: “These colors don’t run” “I love ‘Murica” and of course just your best impression of an eagle screech. Oh, and let’s not forget the best reason for the 4th of July, fireworks.
I live in Louisville, so 4th of July is not the only time of the year where I am exposed to fireworks because we also have what is known at “Thunder Over Louisville” where two bridges are essentially lined with a TON of fireworks, and its such a spectacular show that they can see it from space (so I’ve been told). Something about it though is just so special though, the nationalism, the fellowship with your buddies. I think a lot of it comes from growing up near a military base and remembering sitting outside and getting to watch two fireworks shows from my house.
It’s actually sad that I’m inside at work right now instead of going to a fireworks show. If I could leave, go to a grill and munch on some grilled food and watch fireworks while losing my hearing, today would be awesome. Instead I’m inside, playing country music for the good people of southern Indiana. Honestly, if I didn’t have one or two callers mentioning it being the 4th of July, the only reasons I would know is that it says it on my computer and there were tiny american flags put up around my apartment. I see you, flag distributors, I see you.
To me, the 4th of July means going out and celebrating with your friends and family. Sitting under the stars watching the fireworks go off and picking which one you think is the coolest, and then also deciding which were more noisey than they were cool. It’s about eating so much that you hate yourself, but doing it anyway because it’s your right to do so and calories mean less on a holiday. It means wearing you ridiculous american flag shirt or pants because you want to let everyone know that we live in a free country where we can say or do pretty much anything we want (within the limits of the law).
What does the 4th of July mean to you? Do you have any favorite memories? Who do you celebrate with?
– Dave