The fourth of July brings out a lot of family traditions, and sometimes is the reason for a reunion. For me I don’t remember my family making a big hoopla out of the fourth. Usually Dad worked and Mom had to deal with “the Twins”. Which was in large part me, since I was one of “the Twins”. My brother was a handful, to say the least, and I would retreat into my bedroom just to give Mom some peace. I do remember Dad getting firecrackers each year so we could make noise in the street for a few minutes. If the fourth fell on a Friday or Saturday then…