It’s a patriotic day in the neighborhood.

07-04-16

Sunny too, so I think Mr. Rodgers would be crowing about it as well.

The 4th of July is the one day of the year that you can indulge me so I can tell you that “I took a constitutional” without sounding all archaic and stuffy.

Actually the bunting, bows and all that red-white-and-blue swag has been prevalent since Memorial Day, but many more flags were present today. I made a small collage to show some of the decked-out homes.

It was just a petite stroll for me today – the weather was nice enough, but those pesky weeds called to me when I walked out the door, so I figured I’d better heed that call, since I’ve ignored them far too long already. If I stayed away too long, for sure I’d say “pffft” to that task.

While on my constitutional, and ruminating about the 4th of July, I found myself reminiscing about Independence Day 1976 in particular.

Of course that was the year that America celebrated its big Bicentennial.

I was working at the diner while on Summer break from college. Many of my customers clamored for those special Bicentennial coins that were circulating that year, especially the Bicentennial quarters.  The goal for avid coin collectors, as well as many others, was to collect as many of the individual state quarters as possible and slide them into special slotted holders.  Many of my customers were collecting them for their grandchildren.  So, the little black apron I wore with my white uniform was chock full of those Bicentennial quarters at any given time, since they frequently were tendered when I was working the cash register or received as tips.  I had to keep a list of what state quarters were still needed and by whom.

The events leading up to America’s celebration of the 200th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence were varied, as you may recall.

There was a parade of tall ships commemorating the Bicentennial, and, thus the Christian Radich was docked here in Detroit.  Friends and I went down to Hart Plaza for a look-see, and, a week or so later, when fellow waitress Leslie and I spent a week in Toronto, we discovered that this Norwegian square-rigged ship was at the Canadian National Exhibition, so we boarded her there and took a tour above and below deck.  Most of the sailors were tow-headed teens, following in their father’s footsteps.  They spoke no English, but had wide smiles for everyone they met.

I can’t forget July 4, 1976 as I was mowed down by a drunk driver, and that particular incident comes to mind every year. It was a Sunday and I got off work at 3:00 p.m.  I went home and changed into a red-white-and-blue, stars-and-stripes motif top and red shorts, and I was feeling festive for the big holiday as I set out on the bike, intending to get a long ride in before dinner.  Little did I know as I was riding along, minding my own business, that a woman would be leaving Leone’s Bar, totally disregarding the stop sign.  She knocked me down, but, except for some bruises on my legs and a little road rash, the bike took the brunt of the damage – the front end was mangled, the tire flat as a pancake.  She never stopped, but went on her merry way.  I picked myself and the bike up, and carried it two blocks down to the police station.  Luckily I was able to memorize part of her license plate and I could give a good description of her and the car to the police, who made a special point to catch her for leaving the scene of an accident.  The police were especially helpful because I knew many of the squad since Carter’s prepared the prisoner meals three times a day and the officers often stopped by to pick up the meals.  The diner also offered the proverbial coffee and donuts free for our LP cops.  The next day they had tracked her down – she said the sun was low on the horizon and she stopped to give me aid, then moved on since I was fine.  We were given a court date and I spent my day off at the courthouse, as the Lincoln Park judge ticked off each case on his busy docket.  Our matter was near the end.  When we were finally up, the Judge gave her a moving violation for going through a stop sign.  That was it.  I’ve never climbed aboard a bike again, though insurance paid to have it restored to its original state – now I do the exercise bike … it is safer.

Hope your Fourth was full of fun, family or friends and good food – enjoy the Independence Day holiday and be safe everyone!

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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4 Responses to It’s a patriotic day in the neighborhood.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Flags were flying every where. It is a beautiful sight. I was hoping for rain I’m not crazy for firecrackers. You never told me you were hit by a car.

    • lindasschaub says:

      Wish it was raining right now – wouldn’t be worried about the firecrackers out there. The little bit of watering I did was not enough. Yes, I will tell you more about it one day – good thing she was only going 25 – I might have been a wet spot on the pavement.

  2. Ann Marie stevens says:

    Miss Linda………………………I’m sorry that happened to you ………….you were smart to go right to the police station…………..how did you carry that bike or shuffled along with it all that way………………………… we went fishing today and got drenched by a big rain storm out at Pte. Mouillee and came home to nothing here,,……………..dry as a bone…….today is Wednesday

    • lindasschaub says:

      I was near Chiarelli’s Market and it was not far from the police station. If I was a tiny person like you, I’d not be able to carry that bike, but it was not a problem for me, except the bike was a little mangled. My thighs were bruised, had some “road rash” … she never stopped all and there was a witness who saw it but she would not come forward. Sigh. Did you catch any fish Ann Marie? Too bad the rain messed up your outing … we could have used it here instead, maybe tonight, but not if it comes with severe weather.

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