It's Independence Day!
He said he was going to pee.
We were sitting at the end of the driveway in our lawn chairs,
watching the neighbors shoot off their fireworks.
But then he said he had to go "break the seal".
When one of the neighbors waved at the top of my house...
there was the man on the roof!
"Are you peeing up there?"
He smiled, then came back down.
I'm probably glad he didn't say yes or no.
I'm hoping to keep him off the roof this year.
Otherwise, we will stay home and barbecue...
and once more drag the chairs to the end of the driveway.
At the appropriate time, we will toast America...
(Another year older and deeper in debt!)
And be grateful for our freedom and those who have made it so.
I sort of miss the fireworks over the big river in
D P's H.
There is something about the combination of
firey explosions over water.
Distorted reflections in windy waves.
I do not miss the noise and confusion of crowds at the fair grounds
from my youth.
BBQ, lawn chairs, duck feet and a brew...