250
It's been a hard year-and-a-half for our country. Many of us are, for the first (or second) time in our lives, experiencing despair. Some friends have mentioned that they're having trouble with celebrating the 250th birthday. I wasn't sure. Certainly I haven't been feeling my most patriotic of late. We've even flown our flag upside down as a way of expressing our dismay. But still. Tradition is tradition. Our little town Near Philadelphia is well-known in the area for being patriotic. Our annual Fourth of July celebration, we believe, is unequaled anywhere. Our sons who live in another state make the trek home every year, indoctrinating their own sons and daughter to the celebration. It begins, as I've blogged before , with the children's program, where there are the traditional foot races as well as decorated bicycle and stroller competitions. The parade is in the late afternoon, but Andrew gets up around sunrise to claim a viewing spot on the old school...
