By Hal Walter I am not exactly sure when Independence Day, or “Fourth of July,” became an 11-day weekend but never had it been more apparent than this year, when the rush for the hills began the week prior to the actual holiday. The entire orgy of summer revery was in full swing by the third of July when I was trying to get my son Harrison to his first behavioral therapy session in Buena Vista. Despite his diagnosis of autism spectrum disorder, it had taken about two years of frustration, legal hassles, and paperwork to actually get this appointment. ...
