I remember in college celebrating the 4th of July rather regularly. It seemed each summer, amid the blistering boil of the July heat, I ventured to the Garner State Park area with friends. Always an enjoyable time of floating the river with ice cold beer (and I mean iced down in a cooler-tube, hardcore, I know). Good times indeed.
Then it seemes like the 4th kind of dropped off my radar. Probably due to the fact that my first job out of school had me working each 4th of July until 3 PM. What kind of rip-off is that?
Now living on the Island (especially the last three years), I find myself heavily anticipating the annual celebration of America's liberty. I guess it really caught focus when we started this company (IBC) with fine friends and chose to enter a "float" (and I use this word with all terms of the true definition lacking) in the 4th of July parade that cascades through downtown to the delight of all attendees.
And this year I'll get to celebrate the 4th of July with my little lady for the first time. I know she's still too young to understand (9 months), but I hope to instill in her a sense of pride and community. And what better way to show her the true spirit of her country than to parade her through the streets of one of America's most unique towns. Galveston Island.