The glorious fourth of July
62 years ago I emigrated from Canada into the USA. *We applied and received our documentation at the US consulate in Winnepeg. *The consulate officer when he approved our application told us to raise our hand and repeated after him "The pledge of Allegiance". I was holding my five-month-old son, and I raised his hand too, holding him and his little arm gently up in the crook of my left arm. My first wife and I repeated the pledge after him.
On connecting to a US train in Minneapolis to Los Angeles, The US immigration checked passengers i.ds. When they saw we were entering the USA as immigrants they made a real fuss of us, welcoming us and wishing us all the best in our new home.
I have received nothing but kindness and quite frankly tired of having someone say I just love your accent. Considering I have lived here longer than their grandparents. *However, it is meant kindly, as the Yanks have a love affair with G.B. and the British
Tomorrow is our national holiday the evening air will be permeated with smoke from millions of BBQs and the oder of sizzling hamburgers and hotdogs, and roasting corn -on-the-cob, followed by many scoops of ice-cream, all washed down by ample beer.
Comes dark, it won't be "The rocket's red glare. the bombs bursting in air...gave proof through that our flag was still there,,," it will be millions of dollars' worth of fireworks celebrating the glorious fourth.
Y'all could wander down to Macdonald's and join us in the celebration, after all it was Brit colonial citizens fighting a Hessian King and his Hessian army of occupation and I believe every time*the Brits fought the German army, the Brits won...The Saxons don't count.
So, a happy fourth to everyone.
Cheers, Rodney (a yankee doodle-dandy)
Rodney David Richard Mills
R602188 Gravesend
