The Quietest Fourth of July Ever
Last night was the quietest Fourth of July can I remember. There were no sonic booms or bangs or bashes or even bops.
The Second Betrayal: Stung in the Smothering Sky
Were you ever lost as a child and the experience shook you so much that the experience sticks with you today? When I was young, my cousin and I were playing together at a park — a proving grounds — during a Fourth of July city celebration and it was a night I will never forget.
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