Independence Day

The mercury hit 31 degrees today, so it's officially sweat-fest in Abiko now, as my elder brother Geoff in Arkansas would call it. He moved from lil ol' Leicester to the US of A when he was only 17, I think, and now, on this Independence Day, he is into his 44th year. After working his way up from Pizza delivery driver to restaurant manager, then from newspaper delivery driver to circulation manager for the  New York Times in Little Rock, he then was in charge of circulation for the state-wide Arkansas Democrat Gazette (often referred to as the Demagogue for it's monopoly on public opinion in the southern border state). Now he is going it alone as a freelance truck driver. It has been something of a dream of his, so I'm just hoping the nightmare of rising oil prices doesn't ruin his day of independence.