While I’ve got you here, can I just say that I fail at the Fourth of July? I love holidays but Independence Day always manages to kick my butt. Here is a countdown of my worst Fourths of July.
4. Circa 1985 when my brother and I were so excited to have “real” fireworks to light off at the Minersville firework show, which was just a bring your own fireworks gathering at the church. We blew our wad before the sun went down or 80% of the people showed up. Fail.
3. All of the years our plans were cancelled because Papa Bear had to work so we just lamed it up in our matching outfits at home while he went to the office. Fail.
2. 2006 Driving 3+ hours to and 3+ hours from Colonial Williamsburg. Sounds patriotic and cool, right? Except that it was so hot and horrid we sat through the world’s worst play just for the air conditioning. It was too embarrassing to watch, so I stuck my fingers in my ears and imagined myself at Disneyland. Also the firework display was so lame even my dog scoffed, and I don’t even have a dog. Fail.
1. 1998 Riding a parade float in the blistering heat of southern Utah wearing a floor-length red velvet gown as Miss Beaver County. Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist, elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist.
On the flip side some great things I’ve enjoyed on Independence Day:
1993 Sampras winning his first Wimbledon against Courier. This was the year I started watching tennis in earnest and also the year I became a die-hard Pete Sampras fan.
Founding Farmers with the Pattons and Lunsfords
Todd Ethington, aka, Mr. Grill Can Do No Wrong, making awesomeness burgers
Fireworks on the National Mall. It’s hard to top the spectacle and scale of Disney fireworks, but this was a close second.
Kent asked for more pictures, but as I’m having technical difficulties with the good camera, I’ll have to post these from our first spray ground trip of the summer.