Independence

Yesterday was the 4th of July. Generally, it follows the 3rd and precedes the 5th. Since on this day, many moons ago, a group of philosopher-politicians created our great nation, the nation tends to celebrate.

St. Louis has a fair, which consists of people and music beneath the Arch, as well as an air show and fireworks. The three of us remaining in the house, plus my sister and her friend who are visiting, took the Metro down to the Arch. We got there in time to see stunt planes turning cartwheels in the sky.

We had one brief and violent burst of rain. Byrd, Ana, and I huddled under a blanket, held over us like a tent. The blanket was soaked and we got damp, but were fairly dry at the end. While the sky continued to spit at us for a bit, the fireworks came on as scheduled.

They were beautiful, as always, and set off choruses of crying children.