4th Is Great and All, But There's So Many Cheeseburgers a Man Can Eat

When I was a kid, it seemed like the 4th of a July was a one-day experience. Maybe it is because it fell on a Tuesday, and this created an extended weekend, that this year's celebration seemed to last five days. Picnics, barbecues, events, gatherings, and opportunities. I'm a little fried.

Last night, however, we went to the Bridgeport Blue Fish game (off my bucket list forever) which followed with fireworks (a version that seemed to replicate those by Bob Ryan on Bamm Hollow - not very impressive).

Still, it was great to bring four young men to a game they've never seen and to celebrate the holiday American style (with Kris and Dave Wooley, our neighbors and friends). The Ish loved every second of it.

I'm heading out to the porch to get one more layer of touches done before heading to the last and final picnic of this weekend. It feels like Christmas with all this food. Too much. Ah, but today's event features a pool, so this could be interesting (plus the humidity is breaking...phew).

Happy 4th of July everyone. I still believe in this great social experiment, hoping it gets closer and closer to the democratic dream of our ancestors.

Of Thee I Sing.