I had a wonderful Independence Day. I celebrated in a variety of traditional ways. If you wonder how these traditions got started, you might recall John Adams and this letter to his beloved Abigail, which looked forward to future celebrations of American independence.
“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 Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.”
I went to church, watched a charming “small town” parade, enjoyed a baseball game (and, via modern technology, got to enjoy my son-in-law’s performance of the national anthem at a Washington National’s game), and saw and heard a terrific fireworks show. I spent yesterday at the beach (and read a few comments here via BlackBerry). I will get to them in due course. For now, I trust you enjoyed “the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America.”