At least that’s how I think the song should go!
Last night we packed into the car and headed to my brother- and sister-in-law’s home for an all-American 4th of July dinner and fireworks show. The former was steaks and onions from Noonday, TX (unbelievably good), corn on the cob and baked potatoes. Yum.
The latter was provided courtesy of their country club. It was a beautiful show, and we had great seats/lounging spots on the edge of the driving range.
What wasn’t great were the bits of shrapnel (“INCOMING!!!”) that started hitting us midway through the show. It certainly made for a memorable experience!
Happy birthday, USA!