A few weeks ago, my wife, Anne, decided it was time to go to the rodeo. I’ve been to big rodeos and I’ve been to small rodeos. This was the latter. What left an impression for me, along with the bulls, calves, assortment of smells and dress, is the patriotism of the folks who attend and perform. Much time was spent honoring the troops and there was an intense silence during the National Anthem. Even the animals were quiet.
So this July 4th, with the grandiose of the parades and fireworks, the little rodeo remembers the freedoms fought for, and the freedoms enjoyed.
Now, where’s the hot dogs?!