Last night several of us gathered to celebrate the birthday of Nancy’s brother Greg (whose birthday was actually Friday the 6th). We also commemorated the fact that yesterday was the 7th anniversary of the death of Nancy’s mother, Marion Graff. July 4th is also a reminder to me and my family of some of the tragic consequences of holiday celebration. My father’s brother Andrew (who was always called “Tonto”) drowned on July 4, 1964 after falling into a lake. My cousing Greg died July 4, 1977 in a single car accident coming home from a July 4th party. To this day I’m not a big fan of fireworks because I remember hearing the fireworks after getting the news of Greg’s death.