There is also a marathon that begins in the early morning. And at night, there's fireworks. Excellent.
And best of all, we don't have to exchange gifts.
We sat out in front of our building in old folks' chairs with friends, Christine and Bill, drinking water and eating pretzels and howling our appreciation of Clydesdales and Polynesian bands. Sam and Sarah and kiddies joined us after awhile.
For lunch, we ate Belgian waffles across from Pioneer Park, and returned to the apartment where Bill read us bits and pieces of Harold Bloom's Genius, which he carries around with him these days.
Hail Pioneers! Hail Friends! Hail Family!