July 4th: Scrambled Eggs & Grits

July 4th: Scrambled Eggs & Grits

It’s the Fourth of July and I must do a quick post. I’m in a hurry, trying to get to the Peachtree Road Race with my sons. We’ll watch it for an hour or so, then wander over to the White House Restaurant, one of Atlanta’s oldest restaurants, for our customary 4th of July breakfast.

I woke up this morning thinking back on what I was doing exactly one year ago. I had barely moved into my new home-away-from-home in New York. My sister came up for a visit and we spent the day ~ a glorious day ~ at the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island (READ MORE).

Then my mind drifted off to my upcoming trip. What would I be doing if in Paris today?

After a quick swing thru the internet, looking at the July calendar for events in Paris, I see that Bruce Springsteen will be performing at the Palais Omnisports de Paris tonight. I can guarantee you I’d be there, rocking as The Boss sings “Born in the USA” !

Then I came across a MeetUp event for Americans looking for a place to celebrate. Over 250 are expected to show-up at a local restaurant. No mention of fireworks but on the menu are pints of beer for 5 euros (or $6.30) and hot dogs for 7 euros (or $8.80).

If in Paris, I’d have to wait 10 days for fireworks and their national celebration. It comes on the 14th ~ on Bastille Day. The French do it up right with a military parade down the Champs-Elysées, complete with a French Air Force flyover, which I hear is fabulous. A huge fireworks display, complete with music, follows at the Eiffel Tower (this year’s is themed “Disco Years”).

As the fireworks wind down, the traditional Fireman’s Balls begin at neighborhood fire stations throughout the city. At about 4:00 in the morning, things start quieting down.

So, although it would be fun to be at the Springsteen concert and later at the Bastille Day celebrations, I’m glad to be home this year. Nothing I love better than watching the road race and enjoying a big ol’ plate of scrambled eggs and grits . . . with my kids. I thank my lucky stars that I live in this great land.

God Bless America.


  • Joanna

    Living on Collier Road all those years made it an easy trek up to Peachtree Street to watch the runners. Friends and I would take breakfast and coffee and sit in folding chairs by the curb. A boyfriend or two would run by and we’d hand out/throw water. But we are only talking 34 years ago…Enjoy your day with your kids and may the 4th be with you.

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