Today of all days, this bears repeating…..

I used to live in a suburb whose Main Street was right out of a movie.  The 4th of July parade was always one of the major events of the year.  When I wasn’t riding in the parade to promote the local charity horse show, we would ensconce our family in front of an old victorian mansion that served as a real estate office.  From that venue we would wait with anticipation.  My kids grocery bags clutched in their hands awaiting candy.

But the parade always started out with the flag and the veterans of our many conflicts.  At that time, and until a few years ago, the first vet was a World War  One Navy vet.  I found out later  that he sat in the back seat of that convertible cracking dirty jokes with a friend of mine.  That’s okay, he certainly…