Independence Day is the smell of sunblock, the plasticky-tart taste of melted Fla-Vor-Ice, diving for candy at the hometown parade and hitting a "home run" at wiffle ball. It is the company of good friends, the fuzzy mojito headache and a stomach stretched taut from too much barbecue.
Even skipping the fireworks, we had a fantastic Fourth.
Hurray for liberty, loved ones and keeping an eye on the ball.
