My family was not particularly patriotic when I was young. We considered ourselves citizens of the world, but certain traditions certainly made their way into my childhood. The Fourth of July was always a preferred time to arrange Family councils, since our flights would blend into the general traffic patterns. And when any family comes together, they must have good food. That was Fourth of July to me. A time to see Family I had not seen in a year, and to enjoy food that tasted far too good to be healthy for me. That was enough when I was young. Now that I am older, I welcome the deeper meaning of celebrating the birth of a nation that is unique in the course of human events. Birthed by those who pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor to the revolution that was heard around the world.