One thing all the world's disparate cultures and creeds can agree on is the simple joy of a carousel. Gently rotating, carved Arabian circus ponies and baby mules, beset with jewels and mirrors and well wishes, washed in the happiness of the calliope and the carnival man's stare.
Another thing we can all agree on are pork rinds. Laid out all over your stomach, no shirt on, spreading that hot sauce forward and back while your neighbors cut down all the trees. Hold onto those overcast Sunday afternoons. Hold onto them.