Here as I type this , its all over but the ring of fireworks , and for some putting the children to bed . The wife and the daughter drove half way across the county to watch the fireworks that the area volunteer fire depts put on ( they pool the money donated to put on a show and this year it was in the next town over ) , the son is at his house babysetting his dog , as am I mine as the “ rockets red glare “ and the happy reports rebound from the tallest structures in town .
Mother Nature is slowly moving thro our area with her own lightning show that washes out the fireworks , though not enough rain to bother anyone . This gives a few minutes of peaceful contemplation on just what the 4th means to me , and how that has changed over the years .
As a rural child I would do anything up to and including an Indian rain dance to insure rain on or near the 4th . No rain was simply NO fireworks in our wheat/grassland .
As I grew ( maturity is still not there ) I came to understand that the 4th celebrated the wonderful nation we live in , and paid respect to all who served to make and keep it .
Tonight while I removed my carry gun I paused to reflect on today's politics and again realized that once again the meaning of the 4th has changed for me .
Nowadays I recognize that the day celebrates a successful revolution against unfair oppression . and in that spirit i am going to “ geocache “ an sks with a sealed tin of ammo . In the same spirit i will continue to talk to my state reps who i know , and contact my national reps in the hopes that one of my grandons can “ dig it up “ . to have what today is a common rifle , but then might be worth owning .
The best to you and yours on this day .
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