The fourth of July is a kind of sacred day for me and Dan. With few exceptions, we’ve always just packed up a small bag of munchies a little radio and a blanket and headed down to the river together to see “Sky Concert”. Sometimes we meet up with close friends and sometimes it’s just us, but this event has always been important to us. The reverent feelings some get during Christmas Cantata or Passover Dinner we get during the Fourth of July fireworks. There is something so sanctified to me about anonymously lying in the grass with thousands of my fellow citizens all ages, colors, creeds while we listen to Ray Charles’ gravely voice from the radio croon “What a Wonderful World” and we watch the most spectacular display of fiery elements* splashed across the sky while communities around the country do exactly the same. Even tacky ‘ol Lee Greenwood howling on about his freedom doesn’t bother me that much on the Fourth of July. I see the good in my neighbors and my political misgivings start to unravel as I think about a comfortable old quilt patched and pieced together over time, not all the patches are my favorite but the abundance of hands that have sewed and the sheer love put into it makes it my favorite quilt and one we can all lay on while we enjoy the fireworks.
*aluminum, iron, steel, zinc and magnesium dust