If you've lived in Palm Coast or Flagler Beach long enough to have a preferred parade-watching corner on A1A, this weekend is not the Fourth of July you rehearsed last summer. The semiquincentennial edition has rewritten three of the parts you probably run on autopilot: where you park at the airport, what flies over the runway, and what happens on the main stage before the fireworks.
The rest of the weekend still belongs to the routines that make this stretch of coast feel small in the best way. Here is where the routine holds, where it doesn't, and what the calendar looks like once the shells stop falling.
