This year I spent Fourth of July in bed watching Queer Eye on Netflix because it was my first, most miserable day of a virus shared (no surprise) by my adorable child. Although I missed Benji’s appearance in the town’s children’s parade, I didn’t miss the opportunity to hear my neighbors setting off fireworks until the small hours of the morning.
Which got me thinking.
Fireworks set off by individuals (as our neighbors did last night until all hours) are truly the perfect American way to celebrate our country. They: