Up. As ever, coffee, banana, and a fed pooch. Last night was a hoot. Off to the races at Scioto Downs, miniature Ben Hur hoofing around the track. Free to get in, food, drink and bets you can live with losing. Then, the Racino, where we played loud games we didn't understand but were a good laugh. Onto Buckeye donuts where we began to watch the downtown firework display, whilst eating batons and drinking milk. Beth the took us on a trip around the inner periphery, to get closer to the booming apocalypse. We then bailed as the booming rumbled to a close and headed home. Cool.
This morning, heard a reading of the Declaration of Independence on the radio. Ah, sorry about that. As you were America. Keep on trucking, take it from a very happy expat, you are a top place to live, and fireworks when it's warn? Genius!
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