‘The 4th of July, the 4th July
The date we bid the US goodbye’ (one rhyme you won’t hear in America, haha)

For us, in Britain, the 4th of July is not celebrated quite like it is here. But I like the way it is done here. I love the patriotism and sense of identity that you have here. As a country that got what it wanted all those years ago, why not celebrate. Who knew what would happen when we went our own separate ways in 1776, but I think it turned out ok.

Koz, our former, and legendary, waterfront director of 42 years, was born on the 4th of July. The mess hall would always sing happy birthday to him (as, indeed, we did today), complete with a rendition of, ‘Koz is America, Koz is America’. Retirement does not mean you are forgotten. We have made the point that people never really leave here. They might go on to do other things, but their names and their memories live on.

Camp Marimeta for girls came over this evening for the social and softball and fireworks. What a great night for it. Warm and clear and perfect. We love to party with our friends from the other side of town.

Before that, B and A came to a conclusion with the British taking the big one, Message to Garica, but the Americans taking the overall competition by a score of 4 to 3. Everyone enjoyed themselves and everyone played with the spirit we expect from a Menominee boy.

And now it’s late and all is well, so safely rest.

Goodnight everybody.

As ever…WOODY!