By the time the Fourth of July rolls around, I'm in holiday-decorating withdrawal. The last really elaborate opportunity to cut loose was Easter, and now that seems ages ago.
With those nostalgic sounds of baseball in the air, fireflies dipping around the yard and the ice-cube maker doing overtime, I'm ready for a big show. Not necessarily of fireworks, mind you, but definitely of the patriotic sort. Time to get out all those Uncle Sam collectibles, Victorian postcards with bunting and kids banging drums