Assessing Independence

They say that next to Super Bowl Sunday, today is the next busiest day for pizza delivery.  It looks like Pizza Hut’s going to make a killing then.  I can’t afford a pizza or much else, so I won’t be partaking in any of the festivities.  I’ve never been a fan of the 4th Of July holiday anyway.  Indeed, it is a day off and that’s always welcome, but for the most part I really don’t get into all of the fireworks and stuff.  I’m not discounting how wonderful a sight it is to see fireworks, but it really doesn’t do anything for me.  Even as a child, I never got caught up in all of that Independence Day madness.  I grew up near a bunch of hills and altitude, so it really wasn’t a big deal to just sit at the top of one of those hills and watch the fireworks without really having to travel very far.  We never prepared picnic baskets, bought meat for barbecues, or planned these long-drawn out excursions to meet family and friends, just for the sake of looking at fireworks.  The holiday just wasn’t that big of a deal and now as an adult, it really doesn’t carry that much weight to it.  Please don’t take that to mean that I don’t give a rat’s ass about freedom and being independent from England and what-not.  I just tend not to get involved with the apparent party atmosphere that comes with celebrating the 4th Of July.  And I already told you about how I felt about fireworks and firecrackers.  Those were always illegal where I grew up.  Where I live today, all of that stuff is legal and probably in the hands of those most likely to burn something down.  Frankly, living under those circumstances, I think I’d rather be home, not so much to put out any potential fires but more to beat someone’s ass who damages something of mine.  I’ll still wish America a Happy Birthday and everything but that’s where I’ll curb my celebration.