Parade, Picnic, Play, Pyrotechnics I love the 4th of July. It's the only day of the year you'll catch me (and my entire family of 6) in a red, white, and blue clothing and accessory ensemble. But it's tradition. As I write the commentary, the first of the family influx into town begins. I get to meet our family's next generation, my neice's toddlers. They live in Texas and it's their first trip up to experience the 4th of July the Racine-way! After what I anticipate to be a fun-filled day on Sunday, I'll drag my butt (though my husband and kid's will be raring to go) up out of bed, and maybe we'll make the pre-parade. You know it'll be my fault if we don't. I'll park in the same illegal spot as I do year after year. I cannot believe I am confessing that. Tell you where that is? I think not! Read more... We'll meet up on our same 'ole corner on Main Street, with the same 'ole gang (give or take whatever relatives mad...