We spent some time yesterday at a local historical site. It was a great way to celebrate the Fourth of July. Fort Roberdeau is a reconstructed fort from the Revolutionary War era. It was originally built to protect a lead mine. They have a wonderful celebration every year on Independence Day. There are a lot of costumes and stories about frontier living. Their garden looks far better than my own. I play with a band called Ride the Song. We have had a standing gig at the Fort on the Fourth for the past several years. We sweep the bat poop off the stage and set up in the old barn. It’s always a lot of fun. On the other side of the barn is a display of an authentic Conestoga wagon. I can’t imagine packing up my whole family and living in those close quarters. I would guess that in those days if you needed some peace and quiet, you would wander off and hide behind a tree. That must be a timeless technique practiced by Dads all over the world. I’m very grateful for indoor plumbing and bathroom doors. I hope everyone enjoyed some grilled meat, a sweaty hug, and some colorful explosions. That is what the Fourth of July is all about.