I didn’t bake on the Fourth of July. Instead I took several naps while pretending I might do laundry. Finally, Wade came to visit around dusk and we ate the leftover pie while he painted word pictures of his recent adventures in Borneo and Germany. I sat there in the darkening room with my friend (my brother from a different mother) and wondered at how he’d become rockstar. We chatted in the now dark room as random roman candles lit up the horizon.
That’s how I spent my Independence Day.