Jul 05
Is it my imagination, or is my neighborhood entirely too patriotic these days? There was the portly guy I spotted while cycling into the subdivision bright and early yesterday after my morning ride, sporting a garish red-striped shirt emblazoned (as if the whole-body American-flag motif wasn’t enough) with an enormous eagle. And then there were my, uh, neighbors, after having exhausted their assortment of grilled dead animals, who shot bottle rockets and sparkly things and who knows what else as long as it went boom into the park across the street until all hours of the night.
What does this mean, really?
Just call me curmudgeon.
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