This day, this holiday was always the most memorable as I was growing. In Washington, DC, my Dad would celebrate in the backyard, with the traditional Bar-B-Que and his "secret" BBQ sauce. We always flew the flag and set off our own fireworks, devouring ice cream following the burgers and hotdogs. Then we'd watch Yankee Doodle Dandy. A few times we were in Maine, where we'd watch the fireworks from the dock in Naples, in front of one of oldest Howard Johnson's in the nation, on Long Lake. They were produced, so to speak, by the Fire Department. A Fireman would pass a boot around on shore to collect donations for the celebrations.
This year, I will grill a burger, drink a beer and watch Yankee Doodle Dandy at home, alone, then watch the fireworks on the Strip and around me at the local resorts from my balcony. That will be just fine with me.
I'll toast my Dad and Mom, thinking much more than just fondly of the "Good Old Days.