The only thing more quintessentially American than a pair of jeans might be the tradition behind celebrating the Fourth of July. And growing up on a dairy farm in Washington state is as about quintessentially American as I imagine it gets. Each year on the Fourth, my family would gather at our flower-filled farm. Barbeque. Play in the pool. Take the jet skis out to the lake. Light up our own fireworks. Even our cows would get in on the fun.
And on that note, I’m off to do a New York City version of the above.
Happy Fourth! Hope your holiday is filled with family, friends and fireworks.