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A Very Happy 4th to You!
G’afternoon! I hope this finds you doing well and having a great day. Whether you are in the states, or in some far off land, like Canada, I wish you a happy 4th! Maybe you are down under, in which case it is the 5th, no longer today, but tomorrow, and I bid you a g’day! If you are in Europe with my token Brit, I don’t suppose you celebrate today for anything more than what it is, for today is a good day for a good day! If you are one who is spending the day doing celebratory festivities, I hope you stay safe and remember that it is…
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History of the Fourth
What does that stand for? Fireworks! Not exactly, although, I think some people only associate the fourth with a big booming show of explosives. This is the day that represents the signing of the Independence from Great Britain. On July 2, 1776 thirteen colonies gained their Independence when a congress approved the request. It took two days to write up a form of Independence explaining this decision, which was written by a committee of five. Thus, the fourth of July was born as the day that the United States became independent from Great Britain. Something that I’ve always found interesting is that two of the signers, of the Independence, died…
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Happy Independence Day, America!
I hope that those of you who have today off, since it’s a Federal Holiday, will enjoy an extra day to the weekend. For those who are known for the neighborhood fireworks, don’t blow your thumb off. And, of course, to the grill master, don’t start a massive fire. If you choose to party it up like America has since 1776 then please, for fucks sake, be responsible. Find a designated driver. A stranger who’s a good Samaritan. Hire a cab. Crash in a hotel lobby. I don’t care. But be safe. Okay, that’s all I’ve got for this post. LOL. Bye.
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Traditions and the Fourth of July
The fourth of July brings out a lot of family traditions, and sometimes is the reason for a reunion. For me I don’t remember my family making a big hoopla out of the fourth. Usually Dad worked and Mom had to deal with “the Twins”. Which was in large part me, since I was one of “the Twins”. My brother was a handful, to say the least, and I would retreat into my bedroom just to give Mom some peace. I do remember Dad getting firecrackers each year so we could make noise in the street for a few minutes. If the fourth fell on a Friday or Saturday then…