Greenwood or “God Bless America” or even “The Star-Spangled Banner” that will bring that familiar lump to my throat this year. The speakers continue to play Lee Greenwood while we walk.īut it’s not Mr. When the last fuse has been lit, and the last ember has fluttered back to earth and cooled, one by one, families pack up their heavy-eyed littles and head home. Every year, two of the men in our neighborhood take on this (expensive!) passion project, securing a safe location, and ensuring that we all get to celebrate without ever leaving home. When the sun goes down, the smell of grilled hot dogs lingers in the air, and sun-kissed kiddos start to wander sleepily into their moms’ arms, the real celebration begins.Ī professional-level firework display lights the night sky, all set to the sounds of songs about the old U.S.
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