As we celebrate the 4th of July this year, I close my eyes and think of the parades I watched over the years that took place along Central Street in Evanston, IL. where I grew up. There were years of watching fireworks at Dyche Stadium, Northwestern University’s football field. Some years we watched the fireworks wrapped in blankets. Annually, tennis matches were played at Ackerman Park in North Evanston, where I rode my bicycle to meet friends and watch the matches. I would like to spend this holiday doing these things again. I’d love to eat my mother’s potato salad, and spend the night in my own bed…at HOME.
This year I hope you will join me by placing your hand over your heart, singing at the top of your lungs, God Bless America. We grieve over the celebrations that have been cancelled today because we are under threat by ISIS. This is a far cry from the days of watermelon seed spitting contests, and the ooh’s and aah’s of a night sky filled with red, white, and blue.
We honor the fallen, and praise those who are willing to give their lives to protect us on this day. Political correctness keeps trying to take so many things from us, but we remain thankful for our history, for the framers of our constitution, and the Declaration of Independence. Let’s reimagine the heart of America today, indivisible, under God, where we are unafraid to be proud, to love our country without apology, and with all our hearts.I am going to remember the children throughout the years who have decorated their bikes in red, white and blue crape paper to ride down Main Street, USA, celebrating the 4th of July. (The photographs I have used here are from my Pinterest boards which you can visit)