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For several years this was a standard at the Annual Fourth of July Bash. We'd do twenty minutes of Sousa, the Star Spangled Banner, then time the finale of the distant fireworks shows so we closed with Ray. Then it was back to raucous behavior and, if we were fortunate, CUH belting out Up Against The Wall Redneck Mother with Jerry Jeff Walker.
Video Here. There are others too, but you can't watch them.
Not sure exactly how that worked out, but our Fourth of July celebration isn't happening until July 5th this year. Just twenty some-odd people from the other side of the family, a pale shadow of its former self, but still a plain illustration of why we abandoned the long running annual 4th of July Bash. Some people thought it was because Jim died, but that wasn't it. It was just too much work.
This day we celebrate the Promise of the Promised Land. Or rather, the promise of some mostly reviled dead white guys who put their John Hancock (pun intended) on a piece of paper that essentially was an execution warrant (see: William Wallace).
The promise comes up a little tarnished now and again, but it's something we can point to when we tell the nice officer that he can't look in the trunk. He'll look anyway, and the courts will often allow it, but at least the specific intent of the founders is on record. Therein lies the difference between America and most everyone else.
Both Thomas Jefferson and Alexis de Tocqueville
warned that it wouldn't last. And to some extent they were right and to
some extent they were wrong. But the real legacy of America's Promise
is the proclaimed ideal that it is our essential God-given biological
nature that entitles us to live as free individuals.
We all get a chance, everybody gets to dance. What you make of that is up to you.
The Annual Fourth of July Bash had a good run though, and sometimes the turnout was amazing. Had a few minor celebrities along the way as well. Way
back in the day, at the Little Blue House by the Lake, we'd dig a pit
for the annual bonfire. Got popped once. The Boys in Red rolled up and
told us to come get a permit (on the spot) and they'd let it go by.
Shoulda seen the girls scramble down to the firehouse. Nothin' but cute
little backsides and elbows. Lordy.
The tree of liberty, from time to time, must be
replenished with the blood of patriots.—Thomas Jefferson
I'm putting up the Rattlesnake flag. Don't know that I've got the cojones those guys from Culpeper did, but it makes me feel like maybe I do. Looks like this.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that
all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain
unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of
You have to love a nation that celebrates its
independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who
file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family
picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies
die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.
For many of us out west, fireworks of any kind are prohibited
because of the extreme fire danger that arrives with our nation’s
birthday. To help mitigate that grievous misfortune The Wine
Commonsewer offers a rather creative alternative complete with exciting visual and sound effects (Rated G for the entire family).
UPDATE: Here's one take on fire hazards and fireworks.
TWC:Not sure how a good libertarian such as myself feels about the outright ban in this county, where the fire danger is extreme. A blanket ban that stretches from the fire prone foothills to the sand and rock of the Colorado river area where fire danger is minimal.
DD:Seems to me that you make people responsible for their actions- if they start a fire, they pay...for the fighting and for restitution. And if they don't have enough $$ to pay, they'd better not play. If not enough to cover the bill, how about bringing back debtor's prison?
Before I blew outta town last week on an old-fashioned road trip, it cost me a hundred bucks to fill the politically incorrect foreign pickup truck that's made in America. A hundred bucks. That's never happened, so I felt like I should open a bottle of Moet Chandon or something.
Funny thing about that too, once we crossed the Nevada border the gas prices dropped like a hot rock. Downtown Laughlin's Chevron Premo was selling for less than ARCO's Pingmaster regular down the hill from the Casa. The further southeast one travels in Arizona, the cheaper the gas gets. Twenty-five percent less in Tucson than in So Cal.
Course, like incest, gas prices are relative. $3.75 a gallon is still stiff. It's just relatively better than $4.85. Somebody emailed me that demand is finally falling and gas prices have eased a bit. Mrs TWC confirmed. Hadn't noticed, myself.
OTOH, high prices coupled with availability are preferable to cheap prices and long lines.
Bonus: Well, no video bonus today, girls, because the video I planned to use has apparently been yanked. I've got A VERY COOL one myself but it isn't ready for YouTube quite yet. Well laid plans and all that.....But Wait! At the risk of burning through my entire bandwidth allocation for July, you can listen to it instead. You'll need WinAmp, Itunes, or Quicktime to hear it. It's way cool.
TWC gets a lot of email, most of which is HTML. However, I still get several emails a day in plain text. Often they've been forwarded a few times and as a rule, the text is splattered across the page, the pictures are stripped out, the formatting has gone dyslexic, and whatever meaning or beauty the page held is gone.
Hot tip: Most people are not going to individually open sixteen formerly-embedded pictures and try to fit them with the now-unformatted text that makes no sense. It's mind numbing to do so and the delete key looms large.
Worse. Try tracking a conversation back and forth in plain text with all those > > >. After two or three replies you've lost the rabbit. I'll try to keep up if it's a friend or a client, but I'm grumbling the entire time. Eventually, plain text requires that you excise the relevant parts and paste them into a new email just to beat back the urge to inhale fumes from the tailpipe of an idling UPS truck and slip gently into that good night.
In the heyday of plain text, emails were terse and direct, with little flourish or flair. Plain text was all there was and, like a loin cloth, it served it's purpose. In modern America, we are half past 2008 and plain text email is a relic, a dinosaur, the Neanderthal of the modern computer world.