
It's all missing here, all the things we love about independence day: time off work, barbeque, patriotic music, fireworks, a trip to the beach, sunshine . . . . It's hard to pin down what I miss the most. I'm sure what's underpinning my frustration with Independence Day here in London today is that it was overcast and wet all day (and it's also annoying to spend the day in the office).
So how did we make the most of it? It pains me to admit it, but when we tried to think of a way to honor this most special American holiday, KFC was what we settled on. We tried to make Thanksgiving nice by going to a proper restaurant that advertised a hearty American Thanksgiving dinner. At the end of the evening we were disappointed with how little it matched our Thanksgiving expectations and how expensive it was. (At least when our meal was done at KFC we didn't have to feel angst over the price of the disappointment.)
So the best we have this year is memories of previous Independence Day celebrations. Here are two photos of the earliest one I remember - the 1979 neighborhood gathering (credit to Dad for taking the picture, credit to Katherine for scanning it). 'Cause hey, what says "Happy 4th of July!" like a photo of 5 Dougall kids sitting on the back of a pickup truck waving the Red White & Blue.








