I was asked at work the other day:
“Do you celebrate the 4th of July in England?”
To which I replied.
“Yes, we call it Good Riddance Day“
Which went down suprisingly well considering the audience.
A few days later I was rewarded with this excellent cupcake by a co-worker (Stephen Dayton) courtesy of his family. It was part of a batch of otherwise star-spangled cakes.
Once at a July 4th party I was asked to dress up as a redcoat so they could chase me around the garden. I told them Independence was an experiment and they’d soon come crying home to mommy.
This year I’m settling for a less seditious attitude. I’ll be wearing my “America” t-shirt. It’s red white and blue, it even says “America” – well, it screams it, enigmatically.
“America!” In wonder and despair and awe.
Basically I’m going to enjoy the 4th this year like a (mostly) good sport.