We hate the British! Yeah! We hate them! We hate them so much we are gong to blow up parts of our own country! That will show them!
On the third, there were a few huge inverse stick burning pits. The people here have hired a barbecue team, and these pits have seen the better days. We grilled steaks, hamburgers, hot dogs, bratwurst, and miscellaneous. I had difficulty with my charcoal; everybody else got their chimneys to work, I did not. I had to take other peoples briquettes to light my fire. Around midnight, we stoked up the fires again, cooked a little more. The we gathered around a bonfire. This sounds impressive, but it was just a few broken up pallets. Then we read out every single word of the Declaration on Independence. From shouts, to murmurs, to screaming at the tops of out lungs. When you heard "that these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be, Free and Independent States!" that was us. Aisha's clear voice carrying it over the rest.
As the fire was extinguished and we walked back to our tents, one woman I did not know said to me"Your girl drips patriotism." I agreeing, while keeping my own opinion of her description to myself, for she was dead wrong. Aisha saves patriotism, harbors it, wastes none, and savors it all.
Aisha has said it best. "I don't really believe in God, but I thank Him for every moment He allows me to live in America." She has reason to be grateful.
On the Fourth, there was some cooking, but not much. Around six in the evening, a whole bunch of KFC came. This had been ordered over a month ago, and a deposit paid. Otherwise, there was no way they could provide enough chicken. Or maybe they could. I have no idea how they operate.
This little town (or whatever it is) prides itself on the best fireworks show they can afford. They budget a lot for it, and ask for donations. While it is nothing like the show in the Capital Mall, it is very nice. After that, we set off our own stuff. A lot of it was pretty impressive.
My favorite holiday.
On July 4, 1776, we set the world aflame.