This small farming community starts of Independence Day celebrations with a parade.
The town turns out early to watch floats, horse buggies, ATVs, golf carts, tractors, game wardens, police, fire department and more. And lucky children get to pick up candy and popsicles thrown from the passing vehicles. Everyone's happy.
That's because everyone loves a parade and, in a perfect LSP world, the local militia would have marched along to the sound of drums, pipes and brass. Or, come to think of it, a squadron of cavalry would've been even better. As it was, there were a couple of riders on well turned out horses.
A great result and small expression of something very American and good. Not that Blue Defender understood what was going on; I had to lock him inside the Compound where he growled at the passing "threats." Well done, fur-head.
Then the parade had passed and people went off to their homes to grill out and enjoy their freedom from the tyranny of England. And that's what I'll be doing, firing up the Weber and getting down to the serious business of hamburgers with the young 'un.
Have a great 4th!
LSP
