Fireworks, hotdogs, beer and patriotism. I’d prefer some peace and quiet. Maybe a massage and some fine dining. My inclinations towards hermit life are stoked on days like this.
Instead, I’m whipping up a specialty salad, and then we’ll grab some beer and a pineapple (which was requested) and head to join others in celebration (of what?). I doubt politics or history will be a part of the discussion. Just being together will be the center of our gathering. And eating, of course.
I do hope that the tv will come on at some point for a broadcast from the Boston Esplanade so that we can see and hear the Pops rendition of The Year 1812, Festival Overture in E flat major, Op. 49. I always love the cannons.
Writing Prompt: THIS is my song…