Great nostalgia trip! You guys make me feel old when you talk about 1976 as being in another era. To me it seems like yesterday.
I was a 26-year-old grad student specializing in early American history, and I got thoroughly fed up with bicentennial celebrations and merchandise. In my home town, Columbus, Ohio, a patriotic group went around painting fire hydrants to resemble (?) the founding fathers. My dog took a leak on Alexander Hamilton.
When school let out for that summer I put together all the cash I could muster and took a trip (driving, in my old 1964 Buick Skylark) to the east coast. I'd always been interested in museums, historic sites, and venues - bicentennial or no bicentennial.
The race of the "tall ships" (gawd I hate that term) started in the Caribbean and ended at Newport, Rhode Island. I was standing on a hill overlooking Newport when they came in. I'll never forget the sight of those ships appearing, one-by-one, out of the mist.
On that same trip I discovered what must surely have been the ultimate bicentennial souvenir. Unfortunately it wasn't for sale, and my youthful Ohio morals wouldn't let me swipe it from the motel room where it resided. I've been kicking myself ever since for passing up the opportunity to acquire it - a roll of Bicentennial Toilet Paper.
Youth, talent, hard work, and enthusiasm are no match for old age and treachery.