I managed to stay awake and watch the moon over the lake, while a few celebratory fireworks exploded in glorious bursts high above the treeline on the far shore.

For reasons mysterious to me, the Curtis fireworks show will be tomorrow. Hello. The holiday is the Fourth of July—perhaps a rather inflexible name, but not at all the same as Weekend-of-the-Fourth Celebration.

This entry was posted in anthropology, language on Saturday, 4 July 2009 at 10:22 pm.
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