Melissa, Sarah, Samuel, and I joined some friends last night to enjoy some of the local fireworks from the roof of their house.
Some of the best seats in the city.
As we were waiting for the show to start, I was doing the math in my head and realized that next year will be the 250th birthday of the nation.
And then I felt old because I remember the bicentennial! I was 8.
And while I suddenly felt old, it also reminded me that our nation is quite young! Afterall, I've been alive for over a fifth of our history since the founding and I'm not exactly an old-timer myself.
When I visited Scotland in 1988, one of the first moments that made a huge impression on me was walking into my first castle and looking at an ornate wooden bed with a little plaque nearby claiming the piece of furniture was over 400 years old!
These days, a lot of people are talking like America's best days are behind her, but we are so, so young still.
Who knows what some national maturity might bring?
Happy Independence Day!
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