How lucky am I…

… to have a daughter that asks what “and the rockets red glare” meant. Plus to be able to have her grasp what I meant as  I explained to her the importance of the indomitable spirit of the flag. For it to still be waving after a full day and night of rockets red glaring and bombs bursting in airing; and how that same spirit still holds true today, where we’re from and regardless of counter-political decisions to that spirit, we are still free to work for what’s ours and to keep what we earn. 
     oh, and to blow up stuff for more than 3 hours for less than a 150 bucks and only come out with a few minor 1st and 2nd degree burns.
     Not a bad way to say
          happy birthday ‘Merica!


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