Monday, May 27, 2013
I remember those Fourth of July's, when your Mom, your Dad, you, John, Frank and Peaches with her brood would come over. We'd cook out in the backyard, and when the sun set, pop fireworks around the apple trees and chase fireflies for hours.
Those are some of my best memories. Every once in awhile when the wind catches me right, or I smell gunpowder on a hot evening, I stop for a little while to think about the people we've lost and the good times we've had.
I'm...
