When I was a little girl living in Queens, New York, it was always a really big deal to be taken to Rockaway to see the 4th of July fireworks. We didn’t do a lot of that kind of thing, largely because Dad worked two jobs. What made it even more special was that he would sit in traffic (which he hated with a passion) to get Mom, my sister and me somewhere we could see spectacular fireworks even though he only had a couple of hours sleep. We were just so amazed at the colors bursting in the sky. One of the things I remember most vividly is the “finale” which was always a huge pyrotechnic American flag. Even though I was only a child, I understood how lucky I was to live with the freedom that I enjoy. Sixty something years later, I am still grateful to God for placing me in this incredible land.