It turns out that the Fourth of July is not celebrated in Sweden. Why the Swedes don’t whip out their American flags and get stumbling drunk like the rest of us is beyond me.
So, I stand here (well, I’m sitting right now, but whatevs), the sole American representative in Sangis, and send my love to all those sitting in the sun, sipping on their adult beverage of choice and saluting our nation.
Happy Fourth of July everyone!
p.s. The photo is of our El Camino, Tobey. Nothing says America more than a 1970’s car that’s also a truck that’s a car at the same time. Genius!
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