My sister Pam got home from vacation..got caught up with this blog..and in her genteel way, told me she was going to get on my butt to make some progress. How does one have a little sister, who has become your big sister? She has become my coach, my guiding light....she's bossy that way, but you always perform for her, she's scary:)...but she does make me move.
Andy took all the kids to the Missouri border after work, to buy contraband. I gave Ben money and told him to buy anything cheap, nothing that shot in the air. He came home with the safest, should be legal, fireworks.
In 1931, the town of Spencer almost burned down...over 100 stores went to the ground, due to fireworks.
Iowa banned them in 1983.
I'm always there to moniter...so was Jack. We were both lifeguards...we knew how to make a controlled environment, even if it were fireworks.
While Ben was gone I called his parents. They miss him...such a double entendre. I'm going to take Ben to their house tomorrow while I try to get something done.
If Pam is my firecracker...Ben is my sparkler, he brightens up anyone's day..especially mine, with his smile and personality. He was given a free wheel cart this morning to tote his golf clubs and tons of free roman candles in Missouri, probably just cuz, but I like to think it's because of him:)
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