The Froth of July

It’s almost here: the anniversary of our independence. The day many celebrate with much frothy, foamy American beer. Sam Adams being a good choice, if you’re going for a theme picnic.

I think there is every reason to believe that our forefathers enjoyed beer, and our foremothers probably didn’t approve of it. Maybe Paul Revere was in danger of getting a RUI (riding while intoxicated) as he alerted the patriots of the British attack.

Of the three big summer holidays, July 4th is the most fun. Memorial Day is important because we honor the people who gave their lives for our country. Labor Day is a time we honor labor by not working, except for non-union people who have to work to sell beer to the union workers who get the day off. But, on the 4th of July, we celebrate our country. Our wonderful, amazing, imperfect country.

There will be many sunburns and fireworks injuries, and drunk driving induced accidents. Part of what we stand for is the individual liberty to be a complete idiot. When you invite 300 million people to a party, there are bound to be some idiots in the bunch.

On the wall in our bedroom we have a photograph that my dad took of us at sunrise on the bi-centenial 4th of July. We were dating at the time, and the three of us went down to the shore of Lake Winnebago in Oshkosh, Wisconsin. The dawning of a new century for our country, and while it seems like just last week, I guess it was 33 years ago.

So, on the 4th of July, I celebrate that picture, my marriage, the legacy my father left to me, and the nation that still lives on 233 years after the first fourth.

Enjoy some froth on the fourth, or don’t. But, remember that it’s really okay to think we have a great country, and our success isn’t anything to be ashamed of. There are a lot of wonderful people who made this country what it is, and a lot of wonderful people who still make it a great place today. Imperfect? Of course. But worth a toast or two on our birthday.


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