Bastille Day

It was Bastille Day today.  I didn't even realize it until the end of the day.  Spent several hours listening to MC Solaar and when I got home, I ran across a fellow Franco from my hometown on Facebook who I had never realized even spoke French -- but there it was on his profile.  Conjured up some sentimental feelings about our shared identity.  I used to sometimes think he was an annoying pipsqueak (once tried to show me up in front of our English teacher thinking I was lying when I said I knew how to spell every word on our vocabulary test -- I spelled every word correctly then and judging from his profile he still can't spell now) but this little surprise changed that somewhat.  I did buy three kinds of cheese today without even thinking twice about it, come to think of it.  Periodically I go trolling the Internet for sites that are geared towards us French-descent types but generally the French sites are either (a) for French bashers or (b) for people who, gee, don't speak any but just love the culture and would like to go there sometime.  I have no problem with the (b) case but where's my (c) Franco-Americans?  Allo?