Well, the wife and I are off to our annual holiday barbecue, hosted by some friends whose house is way out in the breezy ‘burbs of Highland’s Ranch. I’ll doubtless drink too much. And of course eat too freely from the spread of mayo-glutted “salads” (I’ll never understand how macaroni salad got its name) — but at least I’ll be gorging myself while colorful sparks go popping and streaming overhead…

Unfortunately, at around 11 o’clock, my friends and I will successfully convince ourselves that nothing says “patriotism” quite like a half-dozen tequilla shots, so I’m really not looking forward to tomorrow. Tonight should be pretty fun, though.

Have a great 4th, everybody!

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