It’s interesting that we Americans choose to celebrate our freedom from tyranny by making the place sound like a war zone. I wonder if our celebrations might be different if we had selected “America, the Beautiful” as our national anthem. We could decorate the festivities with amber waves of grain. We could dress up to make ourselves look like a fruited plain... Okay, so that might not work. But it seems so much calmer.
Despite the raucous evening, the cats have reemerged from under the bed this morning. The dogs have untucked their tails from between their legs, and I can stop fretting that my roof will be set ablaze by errant fireworks. I guess my household didn’t exactly portray “the home of the brave.”
All of the holiday hullabaloo helps me appreciate the peace and quiet that I usually enjoy in my neighborhood. And, however we choose to celebrate Independence Day, it's also a good reminder or something else we might tend to take for granted: the privilege of living in the “land of the free.”