The Fourth



Tonight I watch the fireworks show over our harbor from my sister's second story porch. But I realize that I do not have what it takes to describe how I love the Fourth and all it's subsequent brouhaha.  For your enjoyment, then-




Not at all bad for a man best known for this-






Oh, my, I sure miss being married.  (sigh).






I ain't so tough.






Happy Birthday, America!  You have always been just swell for me.  Love ya!







And we did not become great because it was easy or cheap.  The Fourth is a sacred holiday, Thanksgiving means nothing next to it.


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