Today, I was thinking about July 4ths of the past - where I was, what I was doing, what part of the country I was in. In thinking about it, I realized just how many towns and cities I had seen, and how I have already criss-crossed the country what seems like hundreds of times. I remember being in Stowe, Vermont, in high school, with my best friend, watching fireworks on a huge grassy field. I remember being in Franconia, New Hampshire, on a weekend hiking trip at Mount Washington, the summer of the Bicentennial, lighting sparklers high atop the mountains beneath a moonlit sky. I remember being in Chester, Connecticut, running a 5K on a scorching day on my own, as I headed upstate for a biking weekend, and I remember being in Concord, Mass, also doing a race called the Minute Man run, while visiting old college friends. And there is, of course, New York, with its famous Macy's fireworks, that I saw from a front row view on the East River just a few years ago. And there is Minneapolis, where I was also visiting friends, who treated me to a wonderful outdoor concert and a great picnic. There have been so many wonderful cities and towns in America that I have discovered - huge cities like New York, my hometown, and tiny towns with one main street. Whether there is one of everything or one hundred of everything where you live, on this special holiday where we celebrate independence, there is always something to be thankful for and something to look forward to. I look forward to discovering more Main Streets, USA. They are truly what makes this country great.
Where has your favorite July 4th taken you?