My fondest childhood memory of July Fourth is writing my name in the dark night with sparklers. That and Mr.Paule setting fire to his roof with Roman candles.
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Given the current state of world affairs, How ironic that we celebrate our greatest national holiday with fireworks from China.
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Husband set off a few bottle rockets, then went to bed early. He was sleepy, and besides, it's not as much fun without a gaggle of excited kids as an audience. Sigh.
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