I hope you all had a nice Fourth of July. I pretty much vegged out and got caught up on some of the work from the day job I missed while I out of town for the RWA conference. I got through some mail and worked on some proposed closings of cases. Not a great way to celebrate my freedom, but you know what? It really was. I live in a country where I’m free to chose what I want to do and when. I can chose where I want to travel or if I want to stay home. I chose to go to New York last week and I’ve chosen to go to Italy in 10 days. The last time I was in Italy, I was astounded by the number of billboards and postings on the walls of the buildings dealing with the socialist party. It was right before elections in their country and I guess I was naive enough to believe that everyone would want the freedoms associated with a great country like ours.
Before you think I’m getting all political on you, I’m really not. I’m just counting my blessings and the pure luck of being born here on American soil. I love this place- even with all the issues we sometimes perceive that we have, it’s still the best place on the planet.