Southside goes crazy for the Fourth of July. We divided our holiday between the parties of two of our friends. We drank Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer and cheered for the fireworks exploding over Red Mountain. I have the strange feeling that I'm at the end of an era in my life, but I'm not sure what that means.
I heard God Bless America with new ears this summer. It's a beautiful song. I sing it as a prayer.
God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her and guide her,
through the night with a light from above.
From the mountains,
to the prairie
to the oceans, white with foam,
God bless America,
My Home Sweet Home.
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