Everyone gathered outside the National Archives recited the words out loud, led by Alan Weinstein, the archivist of the United States. Then came the recitation of the complete Declaration of Independence, with actors dressed as Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin, and John Adams reciting the grievances against the king. Sadly, some of those grievances could be charged against our own government today. (I am thinking about some issues related specifically to D.C.'s lack of voting rights, as well as the Gitmo situation.) Another actor, portraying a colonial soldier, recited the names of the signers, with a cry of "huzzah" following the group from each name.
Then I walked across to the mall and the Smithsonian folklife festival where I walked through a Bhutanese temple and sample Bhtanese food (not particularly attractive, but reasonably tasty) and contemplated Gross National Happiness.