Growing up the 4th of July was a huge reunion, the whole family would get together for a cook out and then head 20 minutes south to watch the big fireworks spectacular at the local high schools football field.
As I got older and ventured off on my own, the day would consist of friends and a lot of crazy locals riding their beach cruisers on Ocean Drive spreading the patriotic cheer. So many great memories over the years.
Nowadays, it’s a spontaneous thing with my son. We just make sure it’s with family and some amazing fireworks.
No matter where I am or who I’m with, I always reflect on those who died for the freedoms we have today and those who continue to fight for them.