It's 9:30 p.m. Independence Day, and I sit home in a comfy chair with a glass of Merlot, instead of on a blanket at the field where fireworks will blast off momentarily. Cool rainy weather slid in toward evening replacing the sun, and changing our plans as well. I'm watching a documentary on the Military channel, something my husband had on. It's about the Revolutionary War. "I wonder if we would have been Loyalists," I said to my husband. I can't imagine that I would have been, but this is now . Who knows what I would have thought in 1775? Maybe I would never have stepped foot in the New World to begin with, choosing to stay home when friends and family sailed for a new life. I might have thought terrible things about the rebels in America, the ungrateful wretches. How could they turn on the country that gave them so much? "No." Bruce says, certain as always. We would never have been Loyalists. But he couldn't explain his certainty. "I jus...
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