I went to the movies. While that may sound simple and easy, it was not. We were in the Hamptons and I asked three grandchildren who live nearby if they’d like to go to "Ratatouille" on the 4th of July afternoon. Two other grandchildren heard about it and signed on. Then two of their friends asked to go. To my amazement, all the parents then said THEY wanted to go, so I now have to get tickets for the 12 of us in advance — seniors, regulars and children — and to work out the transportation. As for food, my son-in-law had a chef (who is also a friend) cook for us. He is the Picasso of chefs, so our lunch and dinner are about as typically American as those served in any three-star restaurant in Paris (and as ratatouille, for that matter) except much, much better. This is my idea of a perfect Fourth of July.