We had an all-American Fourth of July at my house. I spent the morning reading a novel that I acquired somewhere I have forgotten but that was once a public library discard. At some point, I interrupted the reading long enough to listen to hosts on NPR read the Declaration of Independence aloud. In the afternoon, the wife and I drove to Pictograph Caves State Park, had a picnic, looked at the pictographs (look hard!), then went to see the Mustangs game at Dehler Park. It seemed like an awfully American way to spend the holiday.
But then it occurred to me: I had read a publicly purchased book, listened to publicly supported radio, went to a publicly owned park, saw a baseball game in a publicly owned stadium. I guess it was a socialist day after all. Next year, it’s Walmart.