Saturday, July 05, 2008

O'er the ramparts we watched the Chicago Fourth

(click above hyperlink to read the entire article )

Anyway, the rocket's red glare was certainly bursting in the northwest Chicago air over our own Forest Glen house last evening--cat under the bedspread, dog under the bed, wife and I on the rooftop terrace hootin' and hollerin' along with the rest of the neighborhood--as the streaming, popping bursts of color lit the sky on every horizon and the familiar smell of burnt silver powder lingered in the summer breeze until well past the midnight hour. What a country!

Geno Petro

(pix not by me...)

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