As we sit here on July 4th Eve, we’ll point out something from the journals of the Lewis and Clark expedition:
On the 4th of July in 1804, the guys rowing up the river in Kansas ended Independence Day by firing off their keelboat’s main gun (significant, since they only had so much powder, etc.) and throwing back an extra gill of whiskey (and there were very few package stores in Kansas in those days). This has always struck me, as here are guys out in the middle of nowhere, and they still make a point to fire off their bottle rocket and throw back a cold one to celebrate the U.S. of A.
So, as that Roman candle is firing off and you’re downing an icy one from the cooler, we here on L. St. ask you to join us in a semi-formal salute to the boys who crossed the new America — to the guys who scaled the rocks on Omaha Beach — to the guys and girls who scrape the sand over in Iraq, Afghanistan or any points west and east. Sure there’s always more that we can do. But start at the minimum: Put ’em all in our thoughts and prayers.