32. I Can Love My Country and Critique It Too
The 4th of July in America is obnoxious. And occasionally beautiful.
Light Show, 1
I have a confession. The 4th of July freaks me out.
It wasn’t always like this. When I was a little kid, I used to love this American holiday. I have vivid memories of standing on the curb lawn at my parents’ house in the suburbs of Akron, Ohio, and watching as my older brother stuck Roman candles into the grass. Kids from all over the neig…