This is the first time in three years we’ve been able to come back to Columbus for the holiday, and it’s almost silly how excited I am about it.
We start early, with the parade — a fixture of the suburb where I grew up. We have a lunchtime party. We have a short nap in the afternoon and then another party in the evening, which will go until we walk a few blocks to the park for fireworks.
And then there’s the food. Just about everything I put in my mouth tomorrow will have been grilled before it got there. What hasn’t been grilled will have been made from scratch my mother, by the mothers of friends whom I’ve known long enough that they might as well be family or by friends who, for the most part, have turned out to be pretty good cooks as well.
Or it will be beer. Either way, I am so looking forward to it.
We’ll eat way too much. And that’s OK — it’s a long day. We’ll need the energy.
Have a great Fourth, y’all.