Happy Birthday America, Colleen

I only hope when I'm 231 and on my deathbed, seven years into a debilitating disease that attacks my nervous system and goes after my brain, people gather together to celebrate my miraculous birth and all my past glory by clapping and cheering at something as inane as fireworks. Happy birthday, USA. Sure do love that day off.

Happy birthday also to one of Portland's newest residents, Colleen, who moved this weekend into a cute downtown-ish apartment. Look out Maine, the O'Connors are creeping back.