the glorious fourth

Truth of the Day, It Is The Glorious Fourth Today edition.

Burgers with American cheese that you yourself grilled on a Weber are the best burgers, especially if there's also a beer involved.

(Substitute your favorite burger-cooking technique, or favorite meat, or cheese, or favorite meatless substance, or even I guess the beverage).
— Ogiel (Moe Lane) (@Ogiel23) July 4, 2024

Tomorrow is the Glorious Fourth, so light posting.

I’m going to have to time the grilling carefully so as to get the burgers done before the storm hits. That and, well, it’s the Fourth of July. If I can’t be free of my self-appointed posting schedule then, well, when can I be?

Today is the Glorious Fourth.

The official birthday of the United States of America, which is of course the greatest nation in the history of the world, and a beacon of hope for humanity.

Turns out we didn’t have to go anywhere for fireworks.

The weather was weird this weekend, but it cleared up nicely just as dusk was descending. My youngest and I were supposed to go find fireworks (they’re loud, but he loves ’em) — but my neighbors were really enthusiastic about setting off pyrotechnics. Some really good stuff, too: the kind of stuff you have to (chortle, air quotes) “go over the border (snicker) to Pennsylvania (chuckle)” to get, because (cackle) fireworks are (laughter) are (belly laugh) are — hold on, I can do this — are illegal in Maryland. (falling down onto the floor, holding in herniated stomach)

So we just walked around the neighborhood a little. Good times! Hope you had a proper Glorious Fourth, too.