Looking forward to the 4th this year. We’ve planted some roots now with the new house and they’re starting to take hold. I’ve already mapped out our line of sight for the fireworks on Google Maps, and we’ll be able to see them fine from the backyard. My oldest daughter and her new family just recently moved a couple miles away, so they’ll be here and we’ll hang out. I’m sure I’ll find something to either throw on the smoker or the grill, and we’ll just enjoy the day. My granddaughter is slowly realizing that the tattoo’d bearded bald guy isn’t all that scary, and I’m enjoying the hell out of her. I’ve Never been called “pop-pop” by a tiny little one who has some of my genes, and I gotta tell you….I kinda dig it. The whole damn thing is Hard to beat.
This fourth, I think holds a little more meaning to me. I am, and have always been proud to be an American.
If lines are being drawn out there, I draw my lines on this side.
I hope all you biker pricks all enjoy yourselves!