[A - morning]
[He slept in; it was a holiday after all, one of his favorite holidays of the entire year. He kissed Maggie good morning and immediately shed his pajamas, dressing for the day. After a little toast and coffee he was ready for the holiday. He can be found in the kitchen or hauling some decorations from the basement. ]
[B - barbeque]
[It's afternoon and he's barbequing - in the front yard. Wearing
this. The grill is full of hamburgers and hot dogs, even a little smoked sausage and the
picnic table is nicely set. No, there wasn't much he enjoyed more than celebrating a holiday and grilling something good for the family - his wife, his daughter, his son. His father had always said that moving to America before the war had saved their lives. . .
. . . but why did he have memories of starving in the cold of winter. He wouldn't have even been old enough to serve in the army. Maybe he'd had a nightmare. Well, it was sure a good reminder of the freedom he enjoyed here, that's for sure. He'll call into the house to see what the others are up to. Maybe he could even play some ball with the boy. Even if he were feeling off, this was a holiday and he shouldn't ruin it for the family.]
Maggie! Hilda! Hilbert!
[C - phone]
Happy Fourth of July to my neighbors and friends. You can come over for dinner if you want, no invitation needed.
[He'd rather it just be the four of them at home - he always was a homebody - but he knows that inviting the neighbors would make the wife and kids happy.]