Spirit of '76
Here comes the cavalry
I wasn’t going to write anything today to go with these photos, because I decided the photos spoke for themselves–and they do–but I would like to commemorate the anniversary of a day thirty-nine yeas ago.Â
If memory serves me, it was on July third, 1972, that I, with my parents, touched ground in my 48th continental state. We stopped in a small town somewhere in North Dakota–again, if memory serves me–and you would be mistaken if you thought I did not take the opportunity to celebrate by popping firecrackers.
I wish everyone a happy and safe Fourth of July.
