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I don’t do much to celebrate the Fourth of July.
It’s
not because I’m secretly a dirty Commie so and so with red in his veins and
hatred towards Uncle Sam in his heart. I can assure you, none of that is true. There’s
just not much there for me when it comes to America’s bday.
The big thing with Fourth of July
is the parading and the fireworks.
I’m ok
with fireworks, I don’t love them but I’ll watch and enjoy them in person for a
bit. Usually by the quarter pole the allure of bright and loud things in the
sky starts to fade, my neck and back start to get sore and my attention wanders.
Parades
though. Those I vehemently dislike. There is nothing more boring than standing
outside and watching other people walk by you slowly in a straight line.
My
favorite part of any of the parades I’ve been to is when the line backs up and I
get to watch the paraders (parade participants?) awkwardly wave to the same
section of the crowd while they wait for things get moving again.
Outside
of that brief bit of “Office”-like squirm-humor, it’s just a lot of walking, loud
noises and the occasional silly costume. I could go to any mall in the country
on any day of week and get the same experience by watching old people do laps from
outside of a Hot Topic.
There
are also the BBQs which I like, but there are lots of BBQs during the summer, I
cook on my own grill at least once a week, so there’s nothing very special about
them.
The one
tradition that I hold sacred is watching the movie “Gettysburg” on VHS tape
every single July. All 4 ½ hours of it.
The Ted
Turner-produced Civil War epic is one of my all-time favorite movies. And there’s
no better way to celebrate America in my opinion then spending about the time
it would take the average person to run a marathon watching a movie about that
time when America almost divorced itself.
Sure,
it might be better to make the pilgrimage to Gettysburg or some other Civil War
site. God knows I could drive to Gettysburg and back in about the time it takes
me to watch the movie.
But then
I’d be deprived of the fun of dusting off my ancient tape-playin’ device,
remembering what channel the TV needs to be set to in order for it to work and
dicking around with the tracking every ten minutes to keep the picture at just
the right level of blurred fuzziness.
