- the song "I'm Proud to Be an American."
- parades, with the possible exception of small, small-town parades. But only a possible exception.
- Big fireworks extravaganzas that cost money to go see, or where you have to drive and park.
- Pretty much the whole 4th of July.
In a parallel event, college daughter went to help her dad, who is running for the State Legislature. They had a booth at the West Jordan 4th of July festivities, and also a float. The kids' friends also came to help, which I think is pretty great of them. "Helping" included sweating in the booth and hurling candy at the crowd from the float. College daughter told me that the booth looked like something had swallowed her dad's name and vomited it back up in red, white and blue. Sounds persuasive!
After we were released, finally, from the race/drawing/awards/tail end of the Murray City Parade, which included some float bellowing "I'm Proud to Be An American," we drove home, runner son got a shower, then off to work he went. I fell into a sleep-deprivation nap that lasted three hours. After that, I went off to participate in that all-American activity, the 4th of July summer clearance sale. Then we went to dinner and college daughter and I went to a movie.
There was a time when I would have baked a cherry pie or something. There might have been a barbeque, and we might have sat out on the lawn watching the neighbors lighting up their fireworks in the street. All good, certainly. Maybe next year. This year, I'm feeling just a tad less celebratory. But there was this to celebrate, after the race:
I, too, could do without the whole 4th of July. I'm not a patriotic sort and it's too hot, but I do like BBQ. Embarrassingly, though, every time I hear "I'm Proud to Be an American" (only the Lee Greenwood version) I get teary-eyed. It's seriously beyond my control and I have absolutely no explanation for it. But it happens, every single time.ReplyDelete
I still have this inexplicable, boyish love of fireworks.ReplyDelete
"Proud to be an American" reminds me, strangely enough, of Seoul, South Korea. I was staying with my mom, who was teaching there. The soldiers at the base there loved to get up on the tables and sing along to this one. It was embarassing, and I had to leave the bar.ReplyDelete
These were the same soldiers, presumably, who were utilizing the services of the working women I saw disposing of their undergarments in the bathroom of the same bar.
So I, too, am in favor of banning this song. From everywhere.
But at least they knew they were free, Dr. Write!ReplyDelete
IPTBAA also gets to me even though I'm often embarrassed to be an American.ReplyDelete
damn, I'm now whistling "I'm proud..." It could take days to get it out of my head.ReplyDelete
The song makes my skin crawl but I thought I was the only one! I'm patriotic, "proud to be a liberal," and love most everything about the 4th except the ritual rehashing of that song. The line Theorris quotes is what does it in for me.ReplyDelete