We went to Gahanna's 4th of July parade on Saturday with the Wingers. It is a great parade. Someone gave the kids little American flags and Sam started waving his when the parade started. It made me cry a little, it was just so...American; a little boy waving his flag as military and fire men marched down the street, surely something Norman Rockwell painted. 
Then we all headed over to Dillon State Park, halfway between here and Newcomerstown, and met Mom and Dad for a picnic. It was the most gorgeous day and Mom and Dad saved us a great spot on the hill. The beach sprawled in front of us, beautiful trees surrounded us, the breeze from the water cooled us, the leaves of the sycamore shaded us...a perfect day.
Of course there was sugar...
And wrestling...
Happy boys...
And possibly a dead body floating in the water...
Or maybe it was just someone's cooler dropped overboard, or maybe the Loch Ness Monster? Alas, we will never know and the mystery and intrigue of it all will remain.
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