What made the USA great
I loved the Fourth. I mean, as an 11-year-old back in those halcyon days of the ‘50’s, who wouldn’t have? Up in the morn, gobbling down Corn Flakes, running down Skinner to the park, joining the guys and excitedly heading up the street to take in the parade. We settled down on the corner of Main and Mary, reveling at the beauty of the drum majorettes leading the high school band resplendent in purple and white uniforms. Then came amarchin the Military Band in its gray wool “unies” in the 90-degree heat, followed by floats, fire trucks, other marching groups and, our ...