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J's flag picture in Amsterdam

Last year on the Fourth of July, my son was traveling in the Netherlands. He walked past the U.S. Embassy in The Hague. Overcome with patriotism, he took this picture of the American flag waving proudly above the outpost of U.S. diplomacy.

He wanted another picture, one with the Stars and Stripes unfurled to greater dramatic effect. So he loitered across the street from the embassy, waiting for the breeze to catch the flag.

The Dutch police decided he was a threat. They pulled him aside and questioned him.

He was apparently able to convince the local authorities that he was not a terrorist (though he does sport a beard), and was merely a homesick American celebrating his nation’s birthday. At least, I assume he was persuasive—he never called me from a Dutch jail.

What are some of your memorable Fourth of July celebrations?

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  1. Growing up, our neighborhood always had a parade for the kids in the morning. We marched through the neighborhood with our flags in hand. In the evening there was a big cookout and fireworks…great memories.

  2. Homemade lemon velvet ice cream fresh from the White Mountain freezer. Games in the yard with a gaggle of cousins. Good times at Grandmother’s house.

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