A year ago today, I was still in Ireland, living and helping out on a rural golf course. There was also a small hotel (Estate house) and restaurant. It was a diverse group that I worked with, from all corners of the world. Inevitably they all wanted to know what I, the only American, was going to do for the 4th of July. I hadn’t really planned anything, other than messaging friends back home to wish them well and ask for photos of our town’s parade and fireworks show.