This is the tenth Fourth of July we’ve spent together. We took part in part of our regular tradition: getting ribs.
We missed the fireworks because we mis-timed things. But it was raining anyway. Clearly we got the important part right.
Last year we skipped the ribs for reasons that we’ve both forgotten. Had to do with staying in with friends, I think. That’s why we missed the picture then, why there’s a placeholder there now. Next year, maybe, we’ll get it right again.
Nevertheless, the traditional Fourth photograph collage:
