In my neighborhood, the Fourth of July now lasts at least a week, with folks shooting off fireworks night after night after night after night. The sad thing is that I can rarely see the fireworks. I can only hear them. In the wee hours. When I’m trying to sleep. As long as I’m awake, I might as well look up some fun f…
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