Since I have plenty of reservations about July 4th—its meaning, especially to Native Americans, its relevance today—it seemed wise to give a party to celebrate. As Clarissa Dalloway says in Virginia Woolf’s ravishing novel, “Mrs. Dalloway”, as an offering—to what?
And to Friends.
So we had, thanks to my dear friend and caterer, Richard Derwostyp, a barbecue, on the evening of July 4th, red and white checked table cloths, three kinds of salad, Sangria, strawberry shortcake—and sparklers!!!
My new friend, Seth Rothman, took the photos of old friends and new friends having a good time.