The 4th of July?

In all honesty, I was never one to really celebrate the 4th of July, even in my American life. It's not that we were against it, but I don't remember much being done, even in summer camp. Maybe I once went to the World's Fair and saw a great fireworks display. They had some beauties, very moving.

Actually, I no longer enjoy fireworks, ever since an Israeli we met in France, summer of 1976, when we took British Betar for a "summer camp" there said that it reminded him tanks exploding. He was working in the place doing maintenance while studying mime in the Marcel Marceau school. I think his name was Eli Levi. About 25 years later my baby did his IDF Army service in the tank corps. He should live and be well; so I can do without fireworks.

But back to the 4th of July...
Here in Israel, Tzvi Fishman, a former Shiloh neighbor blogged about his 4th of July feelings. The comments are a riot. All you have to do is same something "almost negative" about the US, and people go ballistic. I wish they cared so much about Jews, Judaism and Israel.

My husband went to the Independence Day Reception at the US Consulate in Jerusalem. I didn't go. I don't go when it's during the Three Weeks. I'm not considered anything more than "the wife," so I can't say I'm doing anything crucial in the diplomatic or "hasbara" fields.

It was just another summers day.