Everybody knows (unless your pulse rate has suddenly gone silent) that most of our paychecks these days go to feed our hungry vehicles with ever more costly liquid food. I suspected with so much moola being spent on gasoline, it’d be a pretty quiet Fourth. Hey, who can buy fireworks, right?

Well, wouldn’t you know? Our out-of-work neighbors can, that’s who. Okay, maybe you like fireworks, and I agree they’re beautiful to watch as a display at fairs. But when the Fourth came and went and it was silent next door, I was sure fireworks was a luxury no one in our neck of the woods could afford. Then comes Friday night. And Friday night ends the Fourth, right? Isn’t the logical thought to welcome in the anniversary?