The main thing about today is it was the annual Piedy 4th of July party. I remember the first time I attended that party as a little kid. I think somebody grilled hamburgers and hot dogs and there was a huge bonfire pit on the beach and the Piedy boyz (high school and maybe even college) shot Roman candles over the lake. These days us kids are all old and baggy and many folks have grandchildren and even great grandchildren.

We all sat talking and I had a loverly meeting of the minds with two of the Piedy gals of my generation. We lamented MAGA and the fact that both our families are made up of people with mixed political opinions and that we have pretty much given up on trying to change their minds. I have long suspected that these gals are in agreement with me and now I know.

The funny part of the day… Except it was a complete pain in the you-know-what at the time. The GG walked to Brimley to watch the parade (and buy some junk food). He was hoping to meet up with our friends of porterization so as to hitch a ride home with them. Phone service was horrendous in Brimley today, resulting in a tangled web of text messages and phone calls that only intermittently went through. I got about half of them. The GG couldn’t find the Porters. The Porters couldn’t find the GG.

Eventually the GG called and through the static I was able to make out that he was on his way home and could I pick him up? So I did.

Tonight he was looking through the pics he took at the parade today. Lo and behold, there were the Porters! Just to the right of the flag. The GG was too distracted by the bugs and “pretty girls” in the parade to notice the Porters.

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