We’re now a little over two weeks until the 250th anniversary of our nation’s birth and the celebration seems muted. Instead of the fanfare and year-long lead-up to the 200th anniversary, this year seems like just another Fourth of July. It makes me sad for our country and wistful for the country of my youth. In 1976, I was thirteen years old. The country spent a year preparing for the Bicentennial. Red, white, and blue was everywhere.