Just a Fourth of July wish for us all

It's the time of corn on the cob, red white and blue flags, hot dogs, and beer. And fireworks. Of course fireworks. Overall, a time for Americans to celebrate the end of our eighteenth century revolt against the authority and overlord-ship of England.

I hope that you will all enjoy your hamburgers and beer, as I know that you will all reflect for a second or two on the wonder of free speech and the right to assembly.

Freedom (well, relative freedom) is a pretty nice thing.

So, Dear Reader, enjoy your fourth. If you're curious, check out any of these entertainments: I watch them every single year and remember that without John Adams, we'd all be pretty screwed in this country:

https://dai.ly/x2ngcau. 1776. A campy but marvellous musical based on the broadway play.

https://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B00687PWQG/ref=atv_dp_share_cu_r

A wonderful doc-series on the life and times of John and Abigail Adams.

Try them out Dear Reader, and enjoy your day tomorrow!

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