Was it only a year ago? Goodness, how time flies!
St Thomas of Mao was travelling with Messianic zeal, visiting the far-flung reaches of the PPro Papacy, when he found himself caught at the end of the Earth on the 4th of July. In a scene reminiscent of a Roland Joffé movie, St Thomas patiently tutored the horologically and gastronomically challenged at a very isolated “Independents’ Day” gathering in a holy place overlooking a big water.
We all dressed suitably, having been given tips on appropriate Independence Day attire by a cowboy from Kazakhstan who has found a new vocation singing at the Salem rodeo:

The food was native Australian, which is so very foreign to the refined palate that we were obliged to force it down by lubricating our gullets with the fermented juice of local berries:


A musician performing at a nearby corroboree wandered over and touchingly performed Thomas’ own national anthem on his traditional instrument. The most perceptive (and least drunk) amongst us could just detect the faintest hint of a dew drop forming at the corners of the sage’s piercing, all-knowing eyes…
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The watches from that evening? Well, they just seemed to keep coming. It was like St Thomas was doing that loaves and fishes thing, but with wristwatches:

When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to share the watch bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Horology and of Chronos entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the fascination.
He preached; we listened, entranced; he left.
Now a new tradition has begun: on the 4th of July of each year we will wear the red, white and blue: our loudest, our blingiest of clothes together with our loudest and blingiest of watches; we will party with Bacchanalian abandon, with Dionysian disregard: we will raise our glasses in a vaguely Nor-Easterly direction, we will toast our brothers and sisters from whom we are separated by an ocean and a common language, and we will think of the day that St Thomas of Mao came “Down Under…”
In honour of that day, the fine filigree work of Ms Porchet will today have one of its rare outings.

Salut, St Thomas!
What about you lot? What will you wear to mark the 4th of July?
Cheers,
pplater
(photo credits to AndrewD, RJW and TM)
This message has been edited by pplater on 2011-07-03 10:39:08