We don't have 76 trombones or 110 cornets or a thousand reeds, but we do have air horns and car horns and I think a kazoo or two.
Crowds don't fill the streets, but neighbors come out of their woodwork or brickwork to cheer for the red, white and blue…
Patriotically-embellished lawnmowers replace tissue-laden flatbeds, golf carts putter street-side instead of brobdingnagian floats suspended overhead, and characters aren't cartoonish giants, they're pint-sized or daddy-sized.
Slices of All American Apple Pie: John Deere tractors, Radio Flyer red wagons, Harley and Rolling Stone tee shirts on middle-aged men, and a little surrey with the fringe on top. They all bless my born-in-the-USA heart.
S i g h…how can you not love a home grown parade? Since we don't have a riding mower or a golf cart or a tractor, I figure I could still "participate" by taking pictures of those who do…although a few rabble rousers asked me if they needed to sign a release. To teach them a must-needed lesson, I added 10 pounds to their weight in Photoshop.
How do you celebrate Independence Day? Is this the quirky kind of thing you think of when you consider the South? If you live in a neighborhood, do y'all have any community get-togethers? If not, why not initiate a new tradition!!!