Where I live, this is how we celebrate the Fourth of July.

With a parade that opens like this way,

 

There's music, 

 This is a Hanaford's Fife & Drum Corps and can they play!

but it's not all bands.



The Cub Scouts, Girl Scouts, Daisy Scouts march and throw candy.

There's plenty of floats






The volunteer Fire Department gets all spiffed up



And when the parade is over, everyone heads for the school playing fields.

 (That's the back of HH's head in the left corner.)

There we enjoy fried dough (the only place I ever eat it), hamburgers, hot dogs, ice cream--all the goodies
(Note the ambulance strategically placed next to the fried dough booth, and the haze over the a burger grill.) No photos of the fried dough because, well, um, I was too busy drooling and then stuffing my face.
 


We eat while we wait for the main event--the frog jumping contest. I don't have a good enough zoom and the frogs moved too fast. However, not all frog jumpers are amphibians

  Some pretty good form, there!

Where I live, that's how we celebrate the day this country decided to think for itself.

 15 minutes stretched to thirty while I waited for BD to have a job interview. That's right. 8:30 am on July 4 someone somewhere was doing a job interview. When I wasn't scribbling there was plenty of opportunity to gather material by watching all the young people arrive for their resort jobs.

Happy 4th, everyone. I'm off to the town parade. Photos later.