It's a good holiday. Sitting around with family and friends, eating all-american food like hot dogs, hamburgers, brownies, and drinking ice-cold sweet tea. We all sat around, talked about cars, movies, music, and whatever else. Then we settled down to watch the local small town fireworks. And for being a small town, they always do em' up right. A local radio station plays patriotic music in the background while the fireworks go off, and I always get a bit of a chill when Johnny Cash sings about the Ragged Old Flag. It is a good holiday.