Yesterday was American Independence Day.
I’ve been living in England for 15 years now, but I still really miss the fourth of July. My dad asked last week if I was taking the day off. I had thought about it, I said, but it wasn’t the same when everyone is is still at work and school and your sitting around the house watching daytime TV like you’re ill.
I was only occasionally reminded it was a holiday when people at work would with me a happy Independence Day (there are no grudges in England anymore, if you’re wondering) and I got a little note at the bottom of an email from an Ear Spy user that said “enjoy your fourth.”
Last year, some friends from work and I went out on the town in Oxford on the Fourth. It was a great time. All the American students and teachers from the university were out and about. This year was much more low key.
I was going to write a “Happy Fourth of July” post yesterday. But since I’ve hardly written anything on this blog in almost a year (so busy working on Overpass and writing on that blog) that I thought a cheap post like that to be dumb. But, belatedly, happy Fourth.
I might start celebrating Bastille Day . . .
