God bless America

A few years ago we were visiting my Aunt over the 4th of July. She lives a few blocks from a country club that celebrates the 4th appropriately- with a pyrotechnical display of America's unyielding pride.


They shoot off fireworks.

We were planning on grilling and eating dinner outside so that we could enjoy the show.

There were other people coming over and we wanted to get an idea of the schedule, so my Aunt called the country club to ask when the fireworks would start.

Her question was met with a pregnant pause.

"After the dinner is served," the employee sighed as he rolled his eyes at the idea of a freeloading American plebeian.

My Aunt held back a laugh as she hung up the phone.

While we didn't have a set schedule, our 4th still played out perfectly: burgers, family, and fireworks (without having to wait in line at the bar or for the valet to get our car).

Can't hold us back. We've got style and big ass sunflowers.