La, the memories....
Back when I was a kid, my folks would host a big neighborhood party on the fourth, as our yard was the biggest and clearest for fireworks.
Later, it got changed to a breakfast on the fourth, because too many of the neighbors couldn't hold their liquor, and dad was worried about someone setting themself on fire, LOL
Then, I joined a drum & bugle corps, and the fourth became a parade marathon. Omaha is (or at least was) crazy about fourth of july parades. Sometimes we'd do three in a day, all over town.
Tommorow, I intend to celebrate our nation's independence by painting some patio furniture and - in memory of Dad - drinking some beer, while being careful not to set myself on fire. ;-)
Happy Independence Day, everyone!