The closest thing to yesterday’s celebration of the 4th of July was the summer after I graduated high school. I was working at a summer camp in Connecticut. I went into Hartford to watch the firework show with two Australians, an Irishman, and an Englishman. Yesterday, similar to that, we celebrated the 4th as a crew of English teachers from around the globe on the beach of the Han River in Yeoju. Americans, English, Canadians, South Africans, even some Koreans came down to take part in the American summer tradition, a 4th of July barbeque. I was still wiped from an impromptu teacher’s dinner on Thursday night, full of grilled duck, soju, beer, and billiards, which lasted well into the wee hours of the night, so I took a nap Saturday afternoon while Cass met up
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