Patriotism and the Fourth of July

I contemplated whether or not I should write a post for the Fourth of July. The holiday has never been wildly important in my family, though I’ve done my share of wearing red, white, and blue, and even temporarily dying my hair one year. I’ve made the trek to see fireworks at both the Washington Monument and the Air Force Academy, the latter an experience my father was particularly excited about, as a graduate of that particular school. Continue reading Patriotism and the Fourth of July