On the Fourth, we can each remember what we wish and like about America. I’m remembering the promise of freedom and comfort and compassion and I am also this year remembering our farmers in particular, who have given us so much and give us so much and who are struggling so much. I am thinking of them. Monday I’m going to take photos of the Fourth of July Parade in Argyle, N.Y. and to see my good friend and wonderful man Steve McLean, Paster of the Presbyterian Church there.