Home of the Free

When I think 4th of July, I think family, food, fireworks, country music, flags waving, and good ol' American pride.  I also remember past 4ths.  Standing in line at the port-at-potty's with a pregnant sister-in-law in sweltering July heat, listening to a country band while the sky explodes over Phoenix. . . Sitting on the GCC lawn listening to "You're My One and Only Vato" while watching a musician amuse the kids juggling swords and bowling balls . . . Waiting for the small town Northern Maine parade to start then later practicing my Miss Potato Blossom wave.

This year, cousins joined us for the show at Tempe Town Lake.  We opted for the "big city" experience and took the lightrail.  The crowds were massive, the lines were long, the show was spectacular.