There are a lot of people for whom a day is set aside each year to recognize them. We spend one Sunday celebrating fathers and another to celebrate mothers. Veterans get a day of their own in November, while Memorial Day commemorates the nation’s soldiers who died in war. Yet for reasons that defy convention, many people have decided to spend an entire month celebrating how some people choose to have sex.

That is the primary thrust of June’s LGBTQ Pride observances. Such events typically have little to do with pride and far more to do with narcissistic exhibitionism. For too many years, we’ve seen too many parades wind through too many public streets featuring all manner of aberrant behavior. The unfortunate irony in this is that most such demonstrations entirely ignore the achievements of those they claim to champion.

Instead of watching leather-clad, middle-aged men showing off, perhaps so-called pride organizers could offer a festival of plays by Tennessee Williams. His Pulitzer Prize-winning works, like "A Streetcar Named Desire" and "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," have left an indelible mark on American theater. He happened to be a gay guy.

So was composer Aaron Copland. He gave the world a uniquely American style of symphonic music exemplified by inspirational works like "Rodeo," "Fanfare for the Common Man," and "Appalachian Spring." His works are in the........

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