Patriotism: From the Heart

It’s the season in which we are called upon to be patriotic.

It’s the 4th of July, or thanks to the quirks of the calendar, the long 4th weekend.

This year, like any other, our allegiance to this country and its democracy should come from the heart. I know it comes from mine.

There was a time when patriotism had a rhythm. And, of course, a rhyme.

George M. Cohan gave both to the songs he wrote to honor the USA; he waved the flag hard.

The myth of his being born on the 4th makes for good storytelling, but he is really the son of the 3rd.

Watching that myth unfold is an annual tradition in our house.

It is such a thrill to sing-along with Yankee Doodle Dandy.

A truly patriotic buzz runs over me as I belt out She’s a Grand Old Flag and harmonize to Over There.

Observed today

These two illustrated vehicles both represent some good transit options. The dismantled yellow bike no doubt the better of them.


Simon is cutting hair today. Salvo’s is closed. An uneven start to finding open establishments.


I saw the first poinsettias of the season today. Wanted to shout that at the young man making the delivery but his earbudds precluded meaningful communication.


It’s warm for Thanksgiving Thursday.**

**I added the unnecessary “Thursday” in case they turn the holiday into an official long weekend. It would then come complete with its own sales day.


There are places to sit. I know I mentioned this before but Le Petit Parisien has an excellent cappuccino. You know where else the coffee’s good? My local D’Agostino. Yeah, I too was surprised.