Monday, July 8, 2013


...that I got to take in this year were rather meager and minute (I got to see tiny and nearly soundless pyrotechnics on the eve of the holiday [uh, the Third of July]), but the noise kept on going, night after night.  Around nine-thirty each evening all through the fourth, the fifth, and the weekend, a popping and cracking would start up, and the neighbors would be sowing their wild patriotic oats once again!


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