There are many small towns in America that have left their traditions. Some for economic reasons, some for apathetic reasons and some who want to be more politically correct. One of the greatest traditions that really brought us together as a nation and as united communities was the annual Fourth of July parade.
Roses. Flowers. Chocolate and cute little red hearts and notes of affection. You know what I’m talking about because it has become such a tradition in our world every February 14 to share something sweet (whether poetic prose, a gesture, or actual goodies) with a “sweetheart.” (See what I did there?)