Our town, Mahwah, New Jersey, was one of those chosen for a two year celebration of the Bicentennial, and a special parade was planned for July 4th, 1974. The churches were asked to participate. My husband was going to a church meeting and told me he didn’t want us to work on it. He’d been asked to be in charge and had said no. I was warned under no circumstance was I to volunteer. Fine. I wouldn’t volunteer.
While he was off to the meeting the phone rang. It was from a friend who was also at the meeting, and she had talked to my husband about doing the float. All she needed was my approval. I thought my husband must have reconsidered, so I said sure.
Have you had a memorable Fourth of July? Or maybe a memorable headache?