It's the morning after: time to pick up the hundred-odd tons of trash that were Yankee Doodled all over the Esplanade in Boston. I'll do my share by picking up some of the 12 zillion chicken bones that were strewn all over Lowell's own Vandenberg Esplanade in the name of God and Country. The sheer volume of celebration doesn't seem to jibe with these survey results from the First Amendment Center; read around that site and then ask yourself (or better yet, your neighbor) what the hell all that noise last night was about, anyhow. Then, to cheer yourself up a tiny little bit, poke around at The Gadflyer.