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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