Independence Day 2013
Posted on July 2nd, 2013
Inside every old man is a young boy wondering
Here comes July 4. Heck, I didn’t know, until I looked at Wikipedia.
The Aphelion, the point in the year when the Earth is farthest from the Sun, occurs around this date.
The Boys & Girls Clubs of Santa Fe had sponsored fireworks at the high school stadium uphill from our house. (This, of course, led to yearly jam-packed parking on our street. Party!) This year, construction detours led to the suburbs: a place, unfortunately, closer to fire-vulnerable undergrowth. No doubt, unofficial fireworks will continue unabated hither and yon. Ready, firefolk?
Why the heck all these danged fireworks? John Adams thought:
The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.
But no-O-o. Folks started latching onto the danged date written on Jefferson’s document: July 4. Well, Adams got his
bonfires and illuminations, anyway.
And possibly, they didn’t have quite the parking problems in those days. Or the drought.
Happy 237th birthday,
Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
Inside every old nation is a bunch of young revolutionaries wondering