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HAPPY 5th OF JULY - part 1 of 3
HAPPY 5th OF JULY - part 1 of 3 I was born here. Then about 5, I was whisked away down South as father got a new job. Thankfully, my Grandparents still lived here so every Summer I got to renew my old, perennial, best friends for more adventures. This continued thru to HS graduation and then a couple times while in for another 5 years at WIU with Charlie, (another story). After graduation, and armed with our degrees and more luck than sense, we left the Midwest and personally, the UP with my Grandparents, friends, and half a dozen relatives in the cemetery, for the West Coast, ostensibly to have fun for the rest of our lives. And so, approximately 25 years later, here I am ...... again. Its the sorta early morning of The Fourth of July and up here, gazing from my bedroom window is part of the parade route and in the background, a park and finally the lake. For right now, all is quiet so going down to get some coffee as very soon as foretold by last years pageantry, the parade will begin ... the parade to the parade. I am back and the onslaught for premium viewing sites should begin any time now ... colorful, and with collective anticipation, snaking its way; a few older leading the way, then dogs pulling people, people pulling coolers, wagons, carts, and elders, (perhaps older ). Heralded by those few pubescent scouts, the psychedelic promenade is now beginning in earnest, mostly an array clothed in new duds, (like the 1st day of school), many carrying chairs or blankets and all now seeking space available or some friends to be with, or perhaps some foes to avoid too, all tempered with potential vantage points flavored with shade. And now, punctuated with spontaneous glances up the street and alternating with glances at watches, there is a continual rustling of individual adjustments and mongo small groups of communication and finally ..... a collective pause and attention in concert with the first sound of it all .... the whistle and subsequent drums ..... xox Kaycee. |
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