Sometimes I wonder what it is really that we are celebrating on the fourth day in July. In the Revolutionary War we were fighting for representation more than anything at first. Nowadays, the taxes still go up, and we
have representation. I can't help but wonder if we have the representation we
need. The media has us in its grip. It can control nearly a whole nation just by a thing one person decides to "report"; it is able to sway the thoughts of
millions by the way they bias their report! We are not against government, but,
man, it sure would be nice to have wholesale reform!!! I'm going to get myself in trouble; I'll move on to yesterday's pictures and light commentary. There won't be too many, don't worry.
Daddy smoked our ribs in the smoke house. He decided that we needed fire bricks and/or another layer of bricks in the firebox.
Kyle getting some green wood for better smoking.
Waiting for lunch/dinner (the ribs took longer than expected).
Bottle rockets. They turned grown men into boys once more.
After lunch (and a little time to allow for digestion) Daddy, Uncle Craig, Kyle, and I played "Pitchin' Warshers". Daddy and I won.
Around 8:30p.m. we shot off a few fireworks. All in all, it was a very pleasant day.
Daddy smoked our ribs in the smoke house. He decided that we needed fire bricks and/or another layer of bricks in the firebox.
Kyle getting some green wood for better smoking.
Waiting for lunch/dinner (the ribs took longer than expected).
Bottle rockets. They turned grown men into boys once more.
After lunch (and a little time to allow for digestion) Daddy, Uncle Craig, Kyle, and I played "Pitchin' Warshers". Daddy and I won.
Around 8:30p.m. we shot off a few fireworks. All in all, it was a very pleasant day.
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