Independence Day

Some of you may not be aware that due to some 1960’s screwed-up social constraints perpetuated by screwed-up religious idiots within the establishment at the time, I was given up for adoption by my American birth mother shortly after entering the world – after she’d copped for me during a brief affair with a Scots dude. The US military apparently couldn’t allow me to exist, so I was shipped south of the border to spend a wonderful childhood with parents who loved me entirely, while she , her 3 children, and serviceman husband were hastily flown back to Lowry USAF base near Aurora, Colorado never to be seen or heard from again. As time passed, I had the opportunity to visit a  few parts of the US – New Orleans, Los Angeles, San Fransisco, Las Vegas, Houston, and New York City on many occasions. Although my entire life has been spent as a UK citizen, I have always considered myself a bit American at heart, and I tentatively celebrate Independence Day as a bit of a testament to my US heritage. One day I may decide to contact my folks in Colorado, but today I give you some of the images which define the great experiences, sights and sounds that I’ve had over the pond during the last 30 years. Enjoy, and Happy 4th of July!