Independence Day

The only fireworks that I've set off has been to decant a quart of jalepenos from the can to a jar, and putting the excess into a nice mess of migas, with fresh eggs from the chickens that aren't molting.

My bride is off to Harbor Freight to take advantage of a sale on a cracker box welder, so maybe that counts.  "I don't think that they'll be open today," I told her.
"It's a Fourth Of July sale," she answered.
"Eh, it's not like they're going to be having Americans hard at work turning out more product," I said.

I declined to go, because I get a little, um, out of control, in a place full of inexpensive tools. A man's got to know his limitations.

I bid you all a happy Independence Day, and ask you to consider whether we still hold sacred those freedoms that we sought to secure when our nation was born. Or was it just a bid for home-rule, and we're doing that, now?

Enjoy some very good playing of John Philip Sousa by Chet Atkins, before anyone considered that his music would be usurped to sell Korean cars.