I like blowing up stuff as much as the next kid. You can grow older, but never grow up, is what I say.
|I think this picture was taken in Coatsburg, Ill.|
Same goes with pets. Tucker, our handsome Border Collie, is terrified of things that go boom. I sat in the backyard last night by the fire and listened to the artillery shells being lobbed, and I thought, "Be proud, Calftown." Tucker came up to me and said, "Let me inside NOW, human." He has a prescription for Xanax, only a slightly lower dose than a human. Sheryl calls it, "Giving him his Cheese."
Have a great fourth. And be sensible about the Rocket's Red Glare. Peace!