Thursday, July 05, 2007

Is My Revolutionary War Ancestor Rolling In His Grave?

Because Independence Day is among my favorite holidays, I saved a wonderful Brut Rose´ sparkling wine for the celebratory time. I set an America table with red, white and blue flowers, sparklers, fireworks, and stars n’ stripes napkins over matching plates. The "National Anthem" just begged to be played—but I couldn’t find the sheet music within my myriad of songbooks.

In the distance, fireworks began to sparkle and color the darkened Los Alamos, NM sky. Spouse uncorked the bubbly, filled our champagne flutes, we raised the glasses to the distant fireworks and toasted to America.

“To freedom! Well, sort of, that is, if you’re privileged or Scooter Libby.”

“Well, then, here’s to the Constitution! Well, sort of, when it was a document honored and adhered to by the old-timey executive branches of government.”

“Remember when our government was forthright and most of the world wanted to be American instead of wanting to blow up Americans? Guess that ideal went the way of the hoola-hoops and sock hops."

Spouse and I realized we were getting depressed on a day of national celebration.

“Okay, let’s celebrate your family who fought in the Revolutionary War,” spouse suggested.

“I’d like to, but the ashes of my many-times-great grandfather, Drury Puckett, who marched with George Washington, are likely curdling and rolling in his Virginia grave.”

“Wanna finish off the fireworks show in the hot tub?” spouse asked.

“Bring the Rose´ with you. I’m off to get a towel!”

1 comment:

Lamont "The Shadow" Cranston said...

Char, what is truly amazing is that you can tell a complex story in so few words. Succinct and hitting core values once again. I missed your blogs while I was on the Dark Continent

Thanks for your writing,

The Shadow