I haven't been away from family on July 4th since 1973. That year I was all alone in San Francisco, and watched fireworks on the horizon from my neighborhood in Pacific Heights.
Now I am alone here in Millbrae, and I'd rather be home. Home with Bogie the dog, who hates fireworks. Over the weekend some kids set off some early fireworks, and Bogie almost broke down the sliding glass door to get back in the house.
This will be a rather dull Fourth for me, but I wish all of you a happy Fourth, and may it be Obama's last Fourth as the occupant of the White House.