This is only the second time I've ever spent July 4th outside of the US. It feels a little hollow. It was a normal work day. There are no fireworks, there are no people wandering the streets with picnic blankets and shoestring licorice (a childhood 4th of July necessity). There's nothing special at all. I'm not an overbearing patriot, but I associate this holiday with good memories, so I'm a little sad to be spending it in Canada. If I had television, I could watch the fireworks (with the added bonus of annoyingly patriotic American TV commentators!). Happy 4th of July, everyone.
This post's theme song: "America, **** yeah!" from that most offensive of movies, "Team America: World Police."