Maybe you’ve heard that our country has a big anniversary this month: 250 years since we broke from the Brits. I have an Independence Day anniversary of sorts, too. Thirty years ago, on July 4, 1996, my parents dropped me off at the CVG airport for my first flight ever. On the most American of holidays, I was headed to England. I’d just graduated from NKU, but I was taking a five-week summer literature class through the university’s study abroad…
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