Boom, boom, boom!
The sky was full of fireworks this weekend.
If I sat in my front yard, I could see them. If I moved to my back deck, I could see them. As I drove along U.S. 25, they were everywhere.
It was a red, white and boom holiday.
At church on Sunday, people were wearing their colors. The choir even sang a couple of patriotic tunes.
OK, I’m not afraid to admit it, I tear up when I hear patriotic music. I’ve been known to get a little choked up when I pledge allegiance to the flag.