So on July 3rd, Dad and I went down to northern Kentucky to take pictures of the fireworks after the Reds game. Well, sort of--I also watched the game, and hung out with
rascante, and then when I walked across the bridge we somehow contrived to fail epically and lose the game.
But who cares about that? I've got pictures. Frankly, I think this roll (yes, I
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