"You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism." ~Erma Bombeck
The magical hour of when fireworks bless the sky, I was sitting on the roof of my house eating popcorn. The best seats aren't on a crowded lawn with hundreds of people, but the ones shared when slick shoes and a steep roof incline is the great equalizer of men.
