Blow anything up yet?
It’s that time of year again. Beer, hot dogs and backyard hand grenades.
When I was growing up in rural Kentucky, we’d have Roman candle fights in the field next to the house. It was honorary Darwin Awards all around. We’re lucky none of us got killed or maimed.
But there’s none of those shenanigans anymore. Give me a good craft beer, good friends, good conversation and a big screen to watch the fireworks.
Oh … and my dog Diego on my lap. He just loves this time of year. He snuggles up close and won’t leave my side. Poor thing.
This year, more than any in recent memory, I’m truly and honestly thankful for the freedom I have. It’s something we all need to take time to reflect on.
So, while Uncle Bill races through that 12-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon and Aunt Margaret pinches your cheeks for the hundredth time (seriously, Margaret, I’m over 40 now … cut it out), remember to give thanks for the freedoms you enjoy.
The freedom of speech.
The freedom of the press.
The freedom to worship as you see fit.
The freedom to pursue your own happiness.
(The freedom to make gobs of money on the right investment!)
The freedom to vote.
Not everyone in this land of amber waves and purple mountains can say the same right now.
I’ll leave you with this quote from 1776. It’s a bit cliché for Independence Day, but it’s worth remembering:
Until next time, good trading!
Great Stuff Managing Editor, Banyan Hill Publishing