Today, we do what we want to do, here in America. Whether we’re afraid or not won’t stop us (didn’t FDR say something about that?). We’ll go to the beach, the park, or the ball field. Maybe we’ll just hang out in the  back yard and have a cookout. We’ll do what we want—please, no preaching today. It’s the Fourth, for crying out loud. We’re going to drive down the highway with all the windows down and play the music loud; maybe float the boat, searching for an ideal spot to watch the fireworks. We’ll probably eat or drink too much...we’ll surely play that music loud.