So last week, for the Fourth of July, you might remember it poured, at least in many parts of the county.
Despite this, I stood in my driveway (about a mile from the Expo Center, uphill from it) and watched the fireworks. Further, I drug out my husband in his sock feet* so he wouldn't miss any. (He took off the socks before going out the door, wisely.)
* Now there's a Yorkism. Sock feet! Like butter bread - feet with socks, bread with butter?
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