Happy America 250!
I don’t know about the rest of the country, but here in Utah we managed to have a fun Independence Day yesterday without turning the occasion into a petty political football.
At the city parade, we were next to a family of a dozen or so people who all had water guns (the far-shooting machine-gun kind, along with five-gallon buckets of water to refill them) and shot at everyone in the parade. It was 90 degrees F and we were near the end of the parade route, so while a few participants flinched away from the water, most were more than happy to get a little wet. A lot of them waved their arms around and yelled, “Shoot me!” Some came closer and spun in a circle while the kids blasted them from all sides, and two or three even asked if they could dunk their hats, or their whole heads, in the water buckets. The local grocery store gave away ice cream, the marchers threw candy to the kids, Paul Revere rode by on a white horse, and George Washington crossed the Delaware in a boat on a float. It was the most fun I’ve had at the city parade in years.








