But I do remember the day, especially the railroad tracks in downtown Easley, S.C., and the recreation fields with all the kids. In fact, every Fourth of July since, I think of that day. For everyone else, it was sultry and slow. For me, it was busy. And I loved it.
But I did watch fireworks that evening. They were at a baseball game (smile).
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