We don't know why this is funny. Okay, we do know why this is funny, which is why we are sharing it with you on the holiday that could only be more enjoyable if it created a long weekend instead of being part of a regular one.
Usually Sara spends 4th of July in a small Connecticut shoreline town watching the local parade, grilling, swimming, and biking to the beach for fireworks. Beer, yes, is generally involved. This year, however, she will be somewhere between Tulsa and Atlanta hanging out with someone else's kids, an Age Appropriate activity if there ever was one. She remembers a 4th of July, maybe ten years ago, when she stayed in the City with her then-boyfriend. The West Village was so quiet it was scary, like a horror movie, complete with random leaves silently blowing across Washington Square Park. She sought solace at the Grange Hall. Let's have a moment of silence in memory of that great bar, and the adoption of the Declaration of Independence.
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