Yes, I could sense the entire state’s state of mind. Mostly from the frantic fireworks they were setting off like it was someone’s birthday.
No, no, Jersey–Independence Day is on the fourth, not the first.
But who’s complaining. I got a lovely show across the river. Two for the price of one. One war, mind you, but that predates me by sufficient time for me to simply gaze at fireworks with almost no thought for that to which it hearkens.
Speaking of which, what is it about fireworks that so captivates us??
Notes of a Scribbler 