In honor of Independence Day,  I’m running a post from July 7, 2010. I wrote it shortly after Mom and I watched the movie “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” That was Mom’s way to celebrate the 4th. And today I’m thinking about her … and even further back, to the time of George M. Cohan, a time of innocence and optimism.

A return to innocence may be a stretch … but on this July 4, 2018, I’m pulling for a return to optimism:

Here’s the post, slightly edited:

The firecrackers aren’t yet snapping and the flags aren’t yet flapping. What I’m thinking of is James Cagney as George M. Cohan in “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” I can’t stop humming “It’s a Grand Old Flag,” “Over There” or “I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy.” And I can’t forget the sight of that powerful little man going into one of his tap-dancing riffs. He is the essence of jaunty, of sticking out one’s chin and plunging into life. Was our country ever that innocent and optimistic? I replay the final scene of that movie, Cagney dancing down the steps of the White House after telling his life story to President Roosevelt, and I think yes, maybe it was.