I'm remembering the 4th of July, 1981. It was during my first ever trip to England. My DH was in the Air Force at the time on a temporary duty to RAF Marham near King's Lynn. He and a B-52 crew from our base in Michigan were there representing the USAF SAC in an international bomb competition. The wives were not really invited, but 5 of us found babysitters, bought our passports and tickets, and met up with our hubbies who had arranged accommodation for us with several young RAF families. We were staying in their homes as honored guests, and they threw a picnic just for us on July 4th. They had even found fireworks somewhere and shot them off as we sat on the grass in the sunshine eating grilled hamburgers. What lovely people. Here we were on their turf, celebrating our country's independence from their country. And they were so gracious as to throw a party for us. It was a very fine day. Unfortunately I had a bad case of laryngitis and couldn't have a decent conversation with anyone. How frustrating that was! But there's no doubt that these generous folks influenced me greatly to return someday (without laryngitis) and become an honest-to-goodness, card-carrying anglophile. I didn't get my next chance to visit the U.K. until 1998, but since then I've made every effort to return again and again. So thank you to those lovely Brits I met back in 1981, wherever you are. The British tourism board owes you a lot.