I make a tradition of doing a bad job of taking photos of fireworks on the fourth of July. I keep hoping some year I’ll get it right. Here’s this year’s haul: 1.
Bruce knew something was wrong as soon as Uncle John arrived. He had that eerie combination of a guarded look in his eye and a big smile that always meant trouble. Still, Bruce didn’t say anything as the band loaded everything into the van. It wasn’t like anyone would listen anyway. They were all too excited about doing another gig. Well, let them see for themselves just how far you could trust Uncle John.