For the out-of-towners, forget the First Toddler emceeing for an imitation of NorKo’s Kim Il-sung Square. Here is what a normal American small town looks like on the Fourth of July. No tanks and no B-1s. And best of all no pompous windbag bloviating while staying dry from the rain behind bulletproof glass.
More typical is my small town, We had a Shopping Cart Drill Team
from the local non-chain grocery,
the Daffodil Ladies,
and the Butterfly Bicycle Troop.
a dozen gearheads showing off their antique cars, and Shriners in funny hats
and trick cars.
The only military
presence was six old men from the VFW marching out of step, mishandling the
colors, and winking at certain ladies in the crowd of onlookers.
The only politician was a county commissioner
in a convertible throwing candy to the kids.
Plenty of hot
dogs and watermelon afterwards.
skipped the fireworks. I miss the huge
bonfires of stacked railroad crossties from my youth. They lit up the night until dawn.