Yesterday was the 4th of July, a day of great import to the history of the United States. Tommy J. completed his draft of the Declaration of Independence, AKA Georgie, go f*** yourself, and we New World colonists went out for a round of Sam Adams and shot off some Big Cat fireworks. So, in keeping with such grand tradition I spent the evening part of yesterday nursing some pale summer ales and watching a colorful sky show put on by the neighbors. I think it’s also appropriate to mention, and somehow foretelling of the direction this country’s headed these days, that my Independence day supper was a delicious chorizo quesadilla followed up with some teensy burgers (sliders in TGI Friday talk). Really, it was a great day. Happy America!