James got to spend the 4th of July at the lake with me. He did a good job in spite of the bomb like sounding fire works. Of course there had to be sparklers and a bonfire. The people across the road had a parade and invited James to be a part of that.The 4th of July always reminds me that there was a price. Freedom isn't free. Someone paid a price, sacrificed, for my liberty. A lesson I always want to share with my grandchildren. There was a price.
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