Happy Bastille Day

And by the way, Happy Bastille Day.

I can't help but remember the fireworks in Annecy this day seven years ago, enjoying the company of Emil, Nilesh, Aryn, and others. Riverfront fireworks celebrating independence that we all got the opportunity to see, having missed our country's own similar celebration due to travel.

I wonder if anyone has ever found the beach stone (a big hulking one it was) we threw into the Mediterranean Sea from Nice, France and wondered what type of group "PTP Jersey 97" was and who the hell all of those people were. I like to think so. And I like to think they were staying at the same hotel as us at the time... the one where our cancelled reservations across the street went through without our knowing except for one room. The hotel where Nilesh and I had two chandeliers and a jacuzzi bathtub in our room which had two double beds... and everyone else had standard ol' amenities. We were staying in that hotel when Mike Tyson bit Evander Holyfield's ear and I found it so hilarious that was the news on the television - even in France.

Oh wow. Seven years ago.