Hooray for being free to frolic on soft, sandy Pacific beaches under a postcard-perfect cerulean sky. Hooray for being free to wear a bikini without getting stoned (and not in a good way) by the Taliban for overexposure. Hooray for the freedom to eat all the hot dogs, mayonnaise-based salads, sweet corn and ice cream my gluttonous tummy can handle.
Hooray for the freedom to celebrate with friends and family, and for being united in celebration with Americans of every race, religion, color and creed. Hooray for giving immigrants (like my own grandparents) the freedom to settle here so that their children can become some of our country’s greatest assets and most loyal defenders. (Like my Dad.) Hooray for the soldiers who sacrifice their own freedom to protect all the freedoms listed above.
Hooray for freedom. Happy 4th of July, everyone!