When I was young and foolish, I wasn’t much different than I am now. But I did go to a lot more concerts. Back then, I really liked Bruce Springsteen. I used to like this song in concert, and I still think of it when July Fourth rolls around. This time, I’ll press play.
I always feel lucky to have been born an American, never more so than on the Fourth. And it’s always a fun day in our house, because we host a Fourth of July barbecue featuring my husband’s smoked ribs, pulled pork and beef brisket, and another friend’s homemade pies (usually red, white and/or blue). Then everyone packs up the coolers and troops over to our town’s fireworks at the beach. We look forward to this all year.
If you’re in the US, I hope you’re going to have a happy Fourth, and if you’re elsewhere, I hope you’re having a happy Monday.