Today was Carolina Day. Pretty-dang-big-deal down here in Charleston. Probably not such a big to-do up in Boston, or Chicago, let’s say.
There’s a parade. Lots of Pomp. A caboodle of Circumstance. Ringing of Bells. Playing of Bands. Flags Flying. Fifes (Not Barney). Bagpipes. …. and of course….. hats.
It was actually a a nice celebration which commemorates the American victory at the Battle of Sullivan’s Island on June 28, 1776, repelling an invasion by the British navy and army.
There was a wide assortment of attendees…..
Feathers, seemed to be the order of the day.
And we ate lots of macaroni.
“Yankee Doodle went to London, just to ride the ponies…
Put a feather in his cap and called it Macaroni…….”
(It was the Patriotic thing to do… eating all the macaroni. I asked Presidential-hopeful S. Palin, who General Moultrie was, and she said he was the guy with the feather in his cap, spreading macaroni through the land, while riding his horse, and shooting his gun. She knows her Patriots I’ll tell ya’!)
“….ooooh Yankle Doodle spread the mac,
Yankee Doodle Dandy……..”