Cheers to the Red, White and Blue

Here we are. The last day of June, time to be random (my usual state, but that's another blog).

All week, everywhere we go, we get asked one question:

"What are you guys doing on the 4th?"

The answer?

We have no answer. As usual with us, we will...just roll with it (thank you, Steve Winwood for the inspirational verbiage).

But, this year in particular, reflecting on our independence from Great Britain takes on a more profound meaning. 

Who knows what will happen to that foggy island across the Pond in the coming months and years?

Who knows what will happen to little stretch of North America in the coming months and years?

It, all of it, will be revealed, but until then we will continue to be grateful for all we have in this great country, at present time.

Come Monday, we will probably break out some sparklers, pop some lovely champagne and enjoy an extraordinary fireworks display at the North Palm Beach Country Club we can, very easily, view. 

As the late evening sky fills with colorful shapes and sounds, I will reflect on the meaning of the day, and know that on our worst day in this country...it is not so bad.

Plus, as I am a huge Anglophile, I will be firing up my iTunes with that British musician, Steve Winwood, grab Gerry, and get down dancing!

So, cheers to Richard Henry Lee (look him up, if you need to know more, but he sort of got the independence ball really rolling), and the Red, White, and glorious Blue. 

We fly it proudly, and we honor our country and forefathers (along with the foremothers who probably did all the writing of the Declaration because, face it, they had better penmanship and the men were probably busy having a 'swift-half' because they were still feeling so British!

Ka-BOOM! -- Pam

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