July Traditions: Out with the old, in with the new

The month of July has always been one of my favorites…I’d say top 11 even (sorry January.)

When I was but a whippersnapper, July was spent in Butte, America, celebrating both my country’s independence as well as my Grandpa Hebert’s birthday. Though my family and I lived throughout the country during my formative years, it seems as if more often than not we spent the Independence weekend in Butte eating pasties and porkchop sandwiches, watching Evel Knievel motor down the road during the parade and, at some point, Uncle Karl tossing an errant horseshoe – following to many cans of H...