Maybe it’s not just me. Maybe I’m just a grumpy old coot in a county of grumpy old coots. The missus and I went out for an early lunch today at Cracker Barrel. We also went back in town later in the day and got a turkey gyro at Arby’s. The pooch snubbed the chicken sandwich we got here from Wendy’s. We didn’t grill a hot-dog, and the missus spent her early morning cleaning before I got up, so the planned macaroni and cheese never materialized. We never even broke into the potato salad we got at Chinamart yesterday. The only “holidayish” food we had was a slice of watermelon.
The restaurants were filled with other old geezers like ourselves who didn’t want to cook. The streets in town seemed rather empty. Even the city park was mostly empty when we drove by about 1PM. Only a few folks were walking around or picnicking. The carnival was in place there, but it wasn’t open. There weren’t that many flags flying from the front porches of the homes in town, either. I don’t even know if they had a parade in town. When they do, they never amount to much, anyway. Apparently, some civic group had put small flags along the sidewalks of some main streets in town. There were hundreds, or maybe thousands of them. That was mildly uplifting. I tried not to think about them being plastic and probably made in China.
Things are different an hour south on the four-lane. At Ripley, West Virginia, the Fourth of July has always been a big deal, and probably always will be. They even have a page on Facebook for it, God bless ‘em!