On our peaceful, suburban cul-de-sac Saturday, the Solaire infrared grill was parked conveniently on the sidewalk next to the fire hydrant, just in case, and soon, the cheeseburgers and hot dogs were flying onto plates, along with all the requisite 4th of July menu accoutrements. Homemade ice cream was churned, and as the sun set in the west, Independence Day was broadcast onto the garage door until it was dark enough to release the pyrotechnic Kraken.
One of my neighbors, a British national long-married to an American with two kids, dogs, cats, and various other smaller rodents, came out wearing a T-shirt just to get a rise out of me. It said, “Make America Great Britain Again.” We are very good friends, and as is the case when we sit down and chew the proverbial fat, the subject of politics came up.
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