Cookouts at my Auntie Ida’s, chicken sizzling on the grill. A trash can filled with ice cold Coca-Colas, my mother’s famous potato salad served in a bright green bowl.
White pants and red, white and blue T-shirts.
Freshly mowed grass I’d run barefoot in.
The flag my Uncle Danny hoisted over their redwood picnic table fluttering in the breeze.
Watching Yankee Doodle Dandy on our old RCA Victor, waiting for James Cagney to tap dance down the White House Steps.
I also think of John Adams and Thomas Jefferson, our second and third presidents, dying on the same day…July 4th, 1826, the fiftieth Anniversary of the signing of The Declaration of Independence.
“Jefferson lives,” was what Adams said before he breathed his last, but old Tom had already left moments before, getting a head start to those Elysian Fields.
I see the Statue of Liberty standing proudly in the harbor, watching over all she represents.
My mother, who loved her so, when I was little said, “She’s always home, Lady Liberty, so, when you visit, you never have to worry about missing her.”
Despite all that goes on in our beloved country, it’s sure nice to know, Liberty, is always home.