There is no joy like the joy of a child racing home with a bag of fireworks. The transient folk who
There is no joy like the joy of a child racing home with a bag of fireworks. The transient folk who set up camp and sell them were a riot, we could’ve spent all day in the dusty tent on the side of a rural bar listening to the life stories of the father and son team. I tried to get some “good” ones this year, that might actually fly into the air, but not too good because I’m terrified of forest fires and our homestead is pretty well nestled in the trees with a lot of kindling thanks to a destructive beetle. July 3, 2017 -- source link
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