I used to be a patriotic guy, and I admit to getting a little bit choked up now and then on patriotic occasions — although, nowadays, more for the people who made the sacrifices than for pride of country. After all, what right do I have to be proud of it? I didn’t choose it, didn’t build it, only support a small portion of it, and have virtually no say in how it is run (despite mythology to the contrary). So, for what should I be proud? Anyway, let’s not go there.
There is one day, however, that means a great deal to me. That’s Independence Day. Independence I can relate to in a big way, and even though my own personal independence day was 14 September in 1989, I still sort of think of the celebration and fireworks on the 4th as my own celebration of my independence from alcohol and drugs.
Ask a recovering alcoholic/addict about independence. Those folks — us folks — know what independence is really about.
We used to say, “Have a cool Yule and a frigid First.” I wish all of you the degree of frigidity appropriate to your needs during this long, hot Summer, and a happy, enjoyable Fourth.
And hey…don’t forget the sunscreen!
