Ah, yes, the explosions began late last night...who has time to ferret out a launch pad in the dark, away from the city's finest and slumbering boroughs?
Missing the point, man. On the 4th, after the 'que, the carbs, and the booze, gather up the family on the front porch; break out those cigars and just after the last slivers of the day have been knocked from view, break open the stash of, 'pink diamonds,' 'mighty man glo-fuze,' purple rain' and 'thunder candles.' Light up the sky with star showers. The glitter will trail sweet memories long after we're gone.
starting the blog with a pictoral bang, verbal pyrotechnics as well; you're setting yourself a high bar.
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