A piece of Americana is the only way to describe the small-town Fourth of July celebration my wife and our families attend nearly every year in little Ostrander, Ohio, which is off U.S. 36 about halfway between Delaware and Marysville. The town of a few hundred starts the day with a hometown parade of bands, kids on bikes, old cars and trucks, tractors, youth groups on wagons, church members and senior citizens on floats, horses, politicians going person-to-person, fire trucks from surrounding volunteer departments, Little League teams, veterans and nearly anything and everything one could imagine in a celebration of our nation’s creation. After the 90-minute-or-so parade, everyone heads to the elementary school ballfields where the best float, band, marching unit, horse unit, etc. is named.