The plan was to go to Walmart today. I mean, it doesn't get much more American than that. Unfortunately, my other half didn't get home from work until 4 a.m., and we didn't get up until 12:30 p.m., and he had to be to work again at 3:30. In other words, my July 4th has been very uneventful. I'm just hanging out, watching Rain Man, and listening to fireworks. That's right, I can hear fireworks. I don't think they're here though -- it wouldn't surprise me if I'm hearing fireworks from the other side of the border. Truth be told, it's making me a little homesick. I don't even know where home is, really, and I'm homesick. You know what'll solve this problem? The rest of the wine . . .