I was 11 years old for the Bicentennial and, oddly enough, was out of the country for the actual day. We were taking a typically weird Peterson vacation. Mom was in South America for work, and Dad joined her in Bolivia (I think). Sam and I stayed with family friends, then flew (by ourselves, which …

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I know I explain this every year, but a couple of factoids: There is an annual Gilbert & Sullivan festival that takes place every August in northern England. I work (regularly, but not necessarily yearly) with a multinational group (Savoynet) that puts on a show every year at this festival. So do many other New …

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