What's more American than watching Chinese made fireworks go off? Not a lot. This year I thought I'd try my hand at firework photography. I landed one keeper out of 50 plus shots. This made me think back to my days on the dating scene, one success out of 50. After the fireworks my wife wanted to play with some sparklers. She wanted to spell out the cat's name but had quite a bit of difficulty trying to spell it's name backwards. English majors, go figure.
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