It may have been Independence Day. with thoughts of revolution and fireworks, but to me, it was a day of nothing more than family, friends, nice weather and relaxation.  It is not something that I get or enjoy often, but nonetheless, I did actually take some time to bask in it.  

Really. The air conditioner hasn’t taken a breath in my house in days. Stepping outside into the heat of the morning feels like walking into a dryer that has been spinning for hours.

The moment the words came out of his mouth I immediately went to a surreal place. I just could not believe that people still had these types of thoughts.  

The plane crash in San Francisco yesterday morning was an awful tragedy.  From the photos, it seems as though it could have been much worse in terms of loss of life.  It will also naturally aggravate the anxiety for those of us who have a fear of flying.  

Do you believe in the Loch Ness monster? There are a lot of people who do and still want to after the lastest information sufaced. An Italian geologist has tied the "sightings" to geological shifts in the earth's crust.   One of Great Britain's largest freshwater lakes, Loch Ness, sits over a 62 mile fault line called Great Glenn.  

We saw fireworks last weekend at Point Lookout on Long Island. It was the first time in a long time that we've been outdoors seeing the fireworks up close and personal. The pyrotechnics were spectacular and the experience was heightened by Ray Charles' singular rendition of "America". It gave me a chill. Being outdoors on a perfect Summer night, watching fireworks and listening to Ray Charles being patriotic is one Great American experience.

We started in the Fourth of July spirit last Saturday night with the concert and fireworks in Point Lookout. Since then, Neil Diamond’s “Coming to America” has been a persistent mental hum.

I see everyone posting all over Facebook all of their kids' accomplishments...getting into college, honor roll, winning championships, peeing in the toilet.  It doesn't really bother me and there certainly isn't anything wrong with it, but I am not a big believer in using Facebook to pat myself on the back on behalf of my son (especially since he doesn't see it).