I have many fond memories of Fourth of July picnics in backyards. Outdoor grills, fireworks at night, trying desperately to avoid sending a bottle rocket onto someone’s garage—or worse, house—roof. All those days are gone forever, at least for me, days that meant family (good and bad … I’m talking about you, Uncle Louie) and long, hot summers. The summers remain hot, and the memories endure, but somehow it’s not the same. Especially right now in this country, it’s definitely not the same.