Slice of American Pie

Two days ago was the fourth of july, Independence Day, and, for the first time in my life, I spent this national holiday completely alone. Last year, I spent my fourth in a small town in south-central Utah, this year, I pounded the pavement in Philadelphia. Yet, despite the vast difference in location and magnitude, the celebrations I saw were nearly the same. People crowded around for free food or drink, clapped at the entertainment and proudly sported their red, white and blue. So here are some photos from my last two Fourths, hope you enjoy this slice of Americana.