We celebrated the 4th. of July (Independence Day) on the 7th.
One of the many quirks about living in a small town in an economical strapped community.
Since the 4th fell on a Wednesday the town officials decided not to have any fireworks that day and instead we had them on Saturday the 7th.
The 7th of July doesn’t have the same ring to it as 4th of July- but be that as it may we made our way downtown to watch the fireworks.
Now, most people have the idea if a bunch of Americans get together to celebrate one of their most patriotic days of the year it will look something like this:
I do not know if it was because it was the 7th of July instead of the 4th of July, but it was the most subdued crowd I have ever been in and looked something like this:
Well…it may have not been quite that bad, but it was close!
Even when the fireworks started it resembled less of a rowdy American celebration and more like an English garden party.
I tried to ooo and aaa some , but unless the crowd is with you it just is not that much fun.
So, I contented my self by half whispering things like… …”This is friggen’ awesome!”, “It’s a total freak out! “, and “Righteous totally Righteous!”-directed toward my introvert husband who good naturally joined in since there was no chance of him being heard.
Was it the fact that it wasn’t really the 4th of July?
Did I get in an extra shy crowd?
Or was it just Midwestern subduedness?
Whatever it was it was the most quiet group of revelers I have ever witnessed.
Some, about 10 I am guessing, did politely clap at the end of the display and that is as rowdy as it got.
Then everyone got up quickly and quietly and made it back to their cars.
We did not even get into any bumper to bumper traffic this year-it’s just not the same trying to celebrate July 7th!