The next morning we went to the 4th of July parade. There were a lot of American flags, which I was actually happy to see. Not so long ago, I felt a bit of shame whenever I saw it. There was a strong association between the flag and a certain ex-president. To disagree with said president was to be unAmerican, which I found rather disturbing.


Grant seemed to enjoy it all.
He especially liked the tractors...
and the trucks...
He was thrilled when the big trucks blew their horns for him. They had varied adornments...
There were other spectacles too...

But they weren't as good as the tractors and trucks...
As the sunset that day, I went out to experiment with taking nighttime photos...



Then the various fireworks started...
Next, of course, my family decided to make some noise of their own. They like to be the loudest in the land...
And then there is the simple thrill of lighting a line of black powder...
The next day more tractors and fire, but this time on Grant's birthday cake...
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