UNCONVENTIONAL THINKING BLOG

It’s barely warm out yet but I’m sitting here thinking ahead to the Fourth Of July.

It’s not that I want to rush the summer but I want to see the flags flying on all the houses in the little historic town I live in. And I want to sit on the lawn of the village green and watch the fire department and war vets walking aside the hand-waxed trucks, paying homage to this place, this state of mind, called America.

This is an American celebration. That it was short lived, like a July 4th fireworks, is meaningless. It was a cosmic explosion. A transcendental experience.