Our 4th of July was this weekend. It began with a parade that can only be seen in a small town. Hundreds of people line the street, most dressed in boots and hats because upcountry Makawao, Maui is cowboy country. Our floats are not the Rose Parade type. Our floats showcase people rather than flowers and are much smaller. There are no big bands, but there are groups of Cub Scouts, cheerleaders jumping high off the ground. There are mascots like Big Bird and there are reminders that we are an island and susceptible to introduced species such as the Little Fire Ant and the Coqui frog. We have African dancers, and many, many horses. One horse sported a woman who has ridden in every single Makawao parade. I remember riding in the parade back is 1971 so I know she has ridden in quite a few. This year she dressed as a Spanish senorita. There are, of course, politicians hoping to gain name recognition and princesses from various pageants. We are Hawaiian, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese, Samoan, Haole, Marshallese. But, we all come together to cheer for our small town. We decorate the building with flags and bunting. We put red and blue stars on the rumps of our steeds. On Sunday we all cheered at the annual rodeo. We celebrate that though we are of all nationalities, we live in the melting pot of the U.S. under the hope that the rest of the world can also live with aloha.