Yes, I actually did work five summers at the Pittsburgh Zoo in their popular and worthwhile teen volunteer program. I loved it and was very sorry when I aged out. Every Thursday I would get up at what was probably considered an ungodly hour for most kids my age as my best friend, L, and I needed to get to the Zoo by 7:45. We worked in what was then the Children’s Zoo shoveling shit and cleaning cages, manning various pen stations and giving educational talks about some of the animals (like porcupines, groundhogs, constrictor snakes, skunks and opossums) until 4-something when her dad would pick our fragrant asses back up. It was great and I have very fond memories.
Now what that has to do with the 4th of July is pretty much nothing, other than L and I came up with the variation on the Happy Birthday song around age fourteen and to this day we sing it to each other. I was reminded of this when I was thinking about what I’d like to say on the b-day of this (mostly) great nation.
The good ol’ Land of the Free and Home of the Brave is 235 years young today and I am spending it not doing a whole lot. Our friends have abandoned us, so they lose out on some great grub. 🙂 I’m marinating some shrimp to put on the grill, boiling a few pieces of corn and have some leftover fabulous gazpacho. I’ll probably take advantage of the day off of work to begin my review for next week and maybe read something for a second time (I seem to be working my way through Josh Lanyon’s backlist right now). If there isn’t fog tonight — which may actually happen this year — we should be able to head to the Hills, so to speak, and see fireworks from about a half-dozen communities around the Bay. We’ll leave the dog at home with loud rock music playing in hopes of drowning out the noise because today is her least favorite day of the year.
So, my fellow Americans — if you are online and reading this instead of doing what most folks do on the holiday — what are you doing today?