Again there comes around the beach-and-barbecue break that personifies our National Holiday.

So to all my readers, in “Each degree of Latitude, Strung about Creation”; to the Tax Court Judges, STJs, law clerks, hard-laboring intake clerks and flailing datestampers, who make The Glasshouse at 400 Second Street, NW, what it is; to my colleagues and adversaries; and not least of all, to my nearest and dearest: Best holiday wishes.