Susan and I and Prozac the Boston terrier had a great 4th of July. We all went over to some old, dear friends' house, drank some beer and/or wine, had dinner, floated around in their pool, and sat in the driveway after we ate and watched the city of Moore, Oklahoma's Fourth of July fireworks show. Then we came home, and stopped on the way to get some ice cream.
No parades. No military marching bands. No having to endure oratory about freedom and how the U.S. is the greatest country on the planet. No profusion of flags. Perfect.