Between today’s parade and fireworks, I found a literary way to celebrate – by finishing David McCullough’s 1776
Truth be told, I meant to finish this book several days ago, but it worked out nicely to read these words on our national holiday:
“The year 1776, celebrated as the birth year of the nation and for the signing of the Declaration of Independence, was for those who carried the fight for independence forward a year of all-too-few-victories, of sustained suffering, disease, hunger, desertion, cowardice, disillusionment, defeat, terrible discouragement, and fear, as they would never forget, but also of phenomenal courage and bedrock devotion to country, and that, too, they would never forget.”
previously read by Gene Kaufman with a textbook control card. I’m keeping the card for a bookmark, and I’m keeping the cover too, but unfortunately, the rest of the old book needs to go into the recycling bin because it is literally falling apart.
, a book I have been meaning to read for more than two decades, as part of my goal to 
