There was quite a celebration today and a multitude of patriots turned out for the festivities. I myself enjoyed lunch with Mother and Father and then a visit to the Disney estate in order to commemorate the occasion. We walked the grounds for quite awhile and even dined at a small Inn known for its American faire.
It is often to one's amusement to observe the sort of costumes that adorn the townsfolk on days such as these. Although the majority of them are modest renditions of the nations colours, there are a few who make oneself ridiculous. If you could but see the gentleman that I observed you might not have wondered how he might turn a few heads.
And yet, just before he caught my attention, I was rather taken by a man perhaps a few years my junior. He did not adorn himself with ridicule, but rather with a rare breed of dog, perhaps Welsh in origin, called a Wookie. It appeared to be quite young for the breed for the gentleman carried it upon his back. And were it not for the obvious appeal of the rare breed, the gentleman himself also drew glances for his handsome features and winsome smile.
Although I was never introduced to this stranger, I should believe the companionship of the wookie, and the amiable smile were better attributes for obtaining one's attention than the sort of masquerade approach of the first gentleman.
Nevertheless, I find myself with a bit of pride in my country this evening. And with a certain comaraderie among my countrymen. Even among those who are perhaps a bit ridiculous. I shall hope you feel the same, and that our comaraderie continues on the morrow.
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