Friday, July 6, 2012

Fog City

Me and Lauren in our Ray Bans, and Ashby Jaye enjoying the festivities.

The Raher Girls waving Old Glory! Christine, Lauren and Ashby

Ashby has the best and safest seat in the house, her daddy's perch!

What, only a chip, where's my burger?

I'll take two if you please!
The 4th of July has come and gone. As with most events of supposed significance, I continue to procrastinate about posting my thoughts and photos. There is always a basic urge to celebrate in some form, but as the day approaches, just how, eludes me. I've gotten too old for dense crowds, and painfully high decibel levels, so what to do. Driving long distances is always a deterrent, as is schmoozing for hours with folks who don't share my opinions and perceptions. Fortunately my son and daughter-in-law, and my delicious granddaughter live in the near suburbs. We visited them enthusiastically to watch a typical, main street, American parade, wave our flags, and dress up in the Red, White and Blue. Access was easy, crowds were navigable, and my granddaughter could see all she wanted. We ate burgers and drank root beer and cream soda, and felt satisfied. A Happy 4th!