Last night the illegal fireworks began on my block. My cats hid under the bed; I expect that’s where they’ll be through the weekend.
Yesterday, I told Jamie, “I’m going to a baseball game with AK tomorrow. I wa
“Oh, definitely,” said Jamie. “There’s fireworks and beer and peanuts and hot dogs.”
“Well, I like the way fireworks look. From a distance. I’m not so into the loud noise. And I’m a vegetarian, so the hot dogs are out. But beer and peanuts sound great.”
So as far as appreciating all-American things goes, I’m batting, what, a C minus?