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Friday
Jul042008

High as a Flag on the Fourth of July

If you're breathing free air this moment, then follow the lead of Abigail Adams and thank a Founding Father today.  And his horse.

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Happy 4th, to all my friends across the border! :-)

July 4, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie

I hope you can visit us someday!

July 4, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMB

I had a fun July 4th at my aunt and uncle's lake cabin. Also there were my mom and stepdad, my sister who lives in Oregon who I haven't seen in about a year, and my cousin (and his wife) who live in Indianapolis, but are doctors in residency and therefore I don't see them very often, either. We fired up the grill and ate some dead animals and drank some brews and reminisced.

At dusk we boarded my uncle's pontoon boat, and he revved up the engine and we cruised out to the center of the lake so we could watch the final dying embers of sunlight dance with the moon, a crimson crescent just over the horizon. Some more boats joined us, but not that many. We were all there, surrounded by our loved ones, absorbing the calm peace of twilight. And the day finally yielded to the nightfall, but it was not pitch, this dark; it was dotted by thousands of stars, seemingly millions of them, shining brightly, but they were soon joined by more man-made lights, as our neighbors who stayed ashore ignited their revelrous illuminations. Those mortar bursts, little tiny emblems of the freedoms we share (fireworks are legal in Indiana), soared high into the air and burst with thunderous booms and gorgeous bright colors. Each of them seemed to explode from above, high in the air, but also below, from the surface of the still dark water.

And after the final firecrackers had faded, and the echoes had finally quieted, we all paused for just a moment to reflect upon another year in the history of this great nation, but then ultimately everyone on the lake pointed their crafts toward home, and their small wakes waved across the surface of the lake and lapped at our boat, where we were still sitting.

Because our engine had died.

Awesome! Thaks for sharing that Mike.

So.... did you have to swim? ;-)

Just remember... http://dummcomics.com/index?sid=52" rel="nofollow">accidents are what make life so enjoyable.

July 8, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterred pill junkie
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