Happy 4th of July
The air is full of the smell of sweat, charcoal fires and black powder. I’ve singed the hair of the backs of a few fingers and have a few tiny burns from “safety fuses”, but I wasn’t alone. The neighborhood erupted at dusk like Baghdad on D-Day 2003. My back-up dog spent most of the past hour under the bed, and as I write a few die-hards are still firing away.
This is what July 4th is supposed to be. Average law-abiding joes and joseys playing around with small explosives in their backyards after grilling a few burgers and downing a few beers (except me). Dangerous? Not really – although the nanny-state of Delaware says otherwise. Expensive? Kinda. But free-spirited – a cacophony of liberty in celebration of the founding of the most remarkable nation on earth.
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