The Fourth of July always reminds me of my Dad.
My first real memory of the Fourth of July was as a child of six or seven years old. I awoke to a maelstrom of activity - my parents, sister, aunt Eileen and several neighbors were bustling around in yard, loading one of my Dad's large flatbed landscaping trucks with strange odds and ends. There was a
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So, are you guys gonna' go watch the parade?
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