Everett was swinging back and forth on his porch enjoying a glass of iced tea, sweet tea, watching the annual 4th of July parade make its way past the little house he’d lived in all his life.
Everything he understood about history he’d learned watching that parade go up that road.
Here came local girls twirling pretend wooden rifles in front of the marching band from over at the white high school.
Back when Everett was young, girls, black and white, twirled batons. But the world today was meaner. Neighbors didn’t even try anymore. Or so it seemed to Everett.
Everything he understood about history he’d learned watching that parade go up that road.
Here came local girls twirling pretend wooden rifles in front of the marching band from over at the white high school.
Back when Everett was young, girls, black and white, twirled batons. But the world today was meaner. Neighbors didn’t even try anymore. Or so it seemed to Everett.
