Wherein we salute all patriots still abed, and commiserate that the empty beer cans and explosive debris on your lawn simply will not wait for your head to clear, or the throbbing temples to subside:
Us clean-living types braved the cordite and pre-dawn roadside IED’s to get blanked, but the colors are remarkably similar …
… at least one of us can make his next house payment.
Tags: July 5th, shad flies, fireworks, IED, clean-living, fishless fishing
And I hope your flies have similar prosaic names. The Blazing Peewee of Many Happiness.
The Communist Worker’s Peacock of Profit.
The Red Dragon of Burning fingers Joy.
The irony of celibrating an American holiday with Chinese fireworks is not lost on me, however, we should pay attention to the fact that Chinese marketing would never allow something to be named: the Adams or Cahill.