I can’t think of the 4th of July without remembering a parade we took the kids to when our son, Ted, was about five years old.  He was completely enthralled with the marching band and asked all kinds of questions about the musical instruments.  I was so pleased our son was showing interest in playing an instrument that I picked him up and asked him which one looked like the most fun and which one he would like to learn how to play.  Ted thought it over very carefully and gave me his answer.  The whistle! 

Enjoy our country’s birthday.  Happy 4th of July from our family to yours.

The 4th of July reminds me of potato salad and my father.  He loved potato salad.  In fact, I was married before I realized that not everyone ate potato salad for breakfast.  (Try it with fried eggs; it’s great!)  Dad was proud to be an American and served his country honorably.  He was a POW in WWII and he marched in every hometown parade and flew the American flag proudly.  We owe our freedom to honorable men like my dad.  You can bet I’ll be eating potato salad tomorrow.  Happy 4th of July, everyone.