The Fourth of July is traditionally a day when flag waving, sparkler wielding revelers down scads of hotdogs, hamburgers, and baked beans along with coleslaw, potato salad and gallons of beer and lemonade. Once darkness descends, the fireworks start and a myriad of “oohs” and “aahs” accompany the glittering explosions in the sky. This is how America celebrates her independence, and I have always loved this particular holiday. This year is especially meaningful to me as I celebrate the first anniversary of my retirement. What a wonderful year it has been. I wake up at the crack of eight, free to do pretty much as I please each day. Now, that’s what I call an Independence Day!