Who remembers the Bicentennial? Probably not a lot of you. But I do. I always felt blessed to experience one of our country's centennial celebrations. You kind of have to land on the right birth square to enjoy one. I was 10 years old in 1976 and even at that young age, I couldn't make a move without knowing that it was our country's bicentennial. I still remember receiving Ranger Rick magazine in the mail (anybody remember that? Anyone?) The subscription was a gift from my nature-loving grandmother, and it was my first subscription to a magazine ever. I treasured those once-a-month visits from our furry friends. And for July 1976, Ranger Rick featured a bald eagle on the cover. I swelled with the first stirrings of patriotic pride. I remember the grandest 4th ever, my horrific experience with red, white and blue ice cream (they had not perfected "blue food" back then), and the endless celebrations in my town. And every time I see a card from the 1976 K...
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