Today the United States is celebrating a birthday, and so am I. The country is 233 years old, but I won’t tell you my age.
For many years I thought all the parades and fireworks were in my honor, and it was quite a let down when I found out they weren’t. To read all about that visit the Blood Red Pencil blog.
I’ve gotten over that fit of pique, but I still get all misty-eyed and goose-pimply when I hear the Star Spangled Banner and see Old Glory waving in a gentle breeze. And I drive my family nuts by singing “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy” off and on all day long.
Happy Birthday to Us!!!!