My thoughts on this 250th July Fourth
I have always admired the Fourth of July. It is the one day in the year when Americans agree to look in the same direction, even if it is only upward, and even if the thing they are admiring is exploding. My dad shooting his rifle into the air. (yeah nuts) There is poetry in that. A firework is a perfect American sermon. It begins with a fuse, makes a great deal of noise, rises higher than good sense would recommend, bursts into glory, frightens the livestock, delights the children, and leaves behind a smell of smoke and debt. It … Continue readingMy thoughts on this 250th July Fourth