Es el cuatro de julio
Las bombas estallarán
La lluvia ha terminado
Hace calor
Con algunas nubes
Extraño el clima normal
Desearía que lloviera

Please don’t get me wrong. I loved this movie. I was spellbound by the music and the history I did not know. The juxtaposition into the moon mission was absolutely fascinating.

The influence of religion is thought provoking. As a kid I was transfixed by the moon landing and had no idea of the social rest happening around the country. There in lies the paradox as scientific endeavor is not bad And in a sense religion has it’s own strength and limitations.

When ones rights are trampled who cares if man lands on the moon.

And it is the music that matters. The opening scene with Stevie Wonder on drums is certainly worth the price of admission. It was certainly nice to hear the songs we heard on AM radio as kids, and now giving context the songs have that much more meaning. I think I’ll go back and give a listen to the Fifth Dimension , Sly and the Temptations.

And a special shout out to the Hollywood theater. It was so nice to be in the old neighborhood watching a film I truly enjoy.

Knee-high by the Fourth of July” is an old adage used by corn farmers near and far to measure the success of their crops come Independence Day

The farming community brings us lots of customs and mores including this one. I believe it also gave us things such as daylight savings time and turning the clock back. We used to be a nation of farmers. Now we out source that to the back door gardeners.

Our corn is not only knee-high it is high knee-high as it is approaching 9 to 10 feet tall and we still have a few days to the Fourth of July. And that’s while Everything else is going to Helena in a handbasket. I’m not correcting that miss type as it’s kind of cool. But you know what I mean. Not that I knew what I mean because I have no idea going to hell in a handbasket what it actually means.

These little bright spots in our daily lives are what keep us going. In the end we wind up with a half bushel of corn, half bushel potatoes and we will call our self farmers. We reap what we sow.

Be 115° temperatures are fading into the rearview mirror. They are gone but not forgotten. For now, we shall enjoy the calm before the lack of a storm. We were going to a period Where we hope for rain. You notice I didn’t say pray for rain.

USA USA USA USA USA USA USA

Hi I’m the patriotic idiot down the street and it is that time of year for my favorite holiday. Well I kind of like Christmas when I buy myself a few firearms. That is a discussion for another day. Yes July 4 is my favorite holiday. I do like New Year’s Eve too as I get to set off lots of fireworks. It’s freaking cold New Year’s Eve.

Yes I wake up early on this holiday and I go to my cooler and read that blue label on the can , and it says I am cold enough to drink. It is so cool how they put that thing on the can because I never knew when It would be cold enough to drink. Right now I am four cans of Coors into the day and ready to set off some fireworks

Oh wow that’s the really cool people down the street got a new puppy. I really like dogs they are so darn cute. I have Sparky out on the chain in the backyard for some reason he doesn’t love this holiday but fuck him. Today is my day. Excuse me a minute while I go get another can of beer.

Looks like the county made fireworks illegal this year. I have two choice words for them. God bless America.

My neighbor Johnny dropped a cigarette last night and lit his backyard on fire. I wish that idiot would be a little safer around where he puts out a cigarette. He really shouldn’t be smoking he’s too fat already. Oh I finished my beer already I better put some more in the cooler.

Bam -A blast echoes

Holy Christ sake I didn’t realize that would go off like that. Shit that’s gonna hurt. Maybe I should start smoking. Maybe I’ll cool it for a couple hours. I’ll get me a few more beers and just wait till it’s a little closer to dark. Oh there goes that puppy again.

“Hey there’s Mr. Peterson” he says to the man wearing his military uniform from back in the day. He’s a little weird he gets all strange when he hears a loud noise. That must be tough. “Thank you for your service Mr. you’re a true patriot.”

But I love love this holiday. And now my hand it’s bleeding. Maybe I should go to the doctor. I forgot I don’t have a doctor. Screw it.

I blame the fucking metric system