I’m not sure exactly why, but I suppose it’s a combination of reasons.
One, I am a patriot at heart. I have always been (((GASP!))) proud of my country. Our American culture. Our traditional values. American heritage. Our independent spirit. Toughness.
The fact that patriots during a time long ago fought to the death to free ourselves from the tyrannical government of England. Declaring our own independence. Creating our own government (which was quite limited at the time) while ensuring inalienable rights for we the people – protecting us from the very government that was just created…
What a great thing to celebrate, right?
The good things that we as a nation have accomplished throughout history. The beacon of freedom and liberty.
My earlier years when young men are influenced, shaped and formed partly into who we eventually become – were before the time of today’s indoctrination lessons of “political correctness”, “critical race theory”, white guilt, and the cancerous vitriolic hatred by many towards American traditional ideals. So, I suppose that has something to do with my love of country too… Pre-brainwashing.
I still have hope for this nation. At least I do during this weekend of celebration. Even though we have been progressing through some very dark and dangerous influences by very powerful global entities who wish to tear down our version of America.
I have many great memories of this holiday period. They build upon each other over time. Most of my previous career(s), I would take off the 4th-of-July week (or two) as vacation. I really enjoyed this time of year. Who wouldn’t? It’s early summer!
The picture up above. My homemade flagpole. That’s a memory from a 4th-of-July vacation week at Trinity Lake – California, a wilderness area place we vacationed a number of times – during the period of time we lived on the west coast. We would bring our boat and spend the days on the lake. Fishing. Finding a nook among the many inlets around the lake and just hanging out. Exploring. One year, many years ago on the lake, I came across a perfect driftwood ‘pole’ of a long since fallen tree. I took it home and converted it to a flagpole. I still have it to this day. Varnish it once a year. Another nostalgic 4th-of-July memory.
And yes, of course, there are the barbeques! Friends. Many good time memories of the parties we would host (grin).
It was all just a combination of goodness. Good feelings. Pride for our country, good times with friends, rest-and-relaxation. It was all good. And still is.
Anyway, that’s a roundabout way of saying Happy 4th-of-July to the MSB crew. Focus on the goodness.
I will end with the following photo sent to me from ‘NRP’ somewhere over by the four-corners in this great nation. What an amazing Flag setup he has! Wow, NRP, that’s really awesome…
I can almost see it from way over here in northern New Hampshire!