As I listened to the incomparable Whitney Houston belt out God Bless America, I thought about how very blessed we are to be in the beautiful evening breeze watching fire works popping across the sky in peace all because a bunch of privileged guys risked everything for one thing: Freedom.
UPDATED: I'm not the only one who noticed the phenomenon of mid-week holidays:
Nothing like a mid-week holiday to demolish your enthusiasm for Thursday, eh? Yesterday felt like some strange out-of-place Sunday that got lost and showed up looking for directions; now we’re back to normal, but it feels like a pretend weekday. Friday will feel unearned, somehow. It’s all out of whack. But no one’s complaining.
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