It was a great Fourth of July. I took the kids downtown to watch dad march in the parade like we always do. We parked at the church for a quick getaway to Douglas and carried our lawn chairs to meet our parade buddies like we do every year. We always do it that way.
But wait. We headed for a different spot this year, farther from the start of the parade where you don’t get to see the floats go by more than once. We were even questioning if the parade would go past us at all. Everything was different.