I was going to say HAPPY 4th of JULY
except for the enslaved in 1776 – that was a lie.

In 1777 the first public readings of the Declaration were read.
They made it annual thing so that History’s seam-to-memory would be fed.

And it stuck.
Here we are popping firecrackers from the back of the truck.

I’m kidding. I am not popping firecrackers from a truck’s bed.
I’m the adult up-in this cut and violation tickets cost bread.

And I’m cutting back on carbs anyway.
Let the calendar reflect BIG FUN today.

The jovial “we” should definitely celebrate,
as there are more than a few reasons to toast to the day.

Number one: you are alive. Number two: Jesus paid your sin cost.
Number three: you have your health and agility. Number four: today you are OFF.

You know something else that I’m happy about? Commercials were very few.
Not enticing the masses to spend seems to be the thing to do.

THANK YOU.

That is good news. Capitalism may be slimming up,
I’m Qui
an American she, happy about the day and the prospect of more love.