After such a depressing week for our country, it seemed a bit odd to be marching in a Fourth of July parade for the first time since probably high school band days.
And there was the whole playing the kazoo in public thing…
But you know what? It was just what I needed: It was gloriously silly and yes, it was certainly a bit odd, and the Texas skies opened up at the end and drenched everyone, marchers and spectators alike, but in the tiny, funky and politically diverse village of Wimberley, no one misses the Fourth of July parade.
So march I did, and somewhere between the laughing and the waving and making a fool of myself, I remembered this day is, after all, about Independence.