Aunt Noreen writes:
I forget to mention the July 4th festivities. That is what some of the family called them. To me it was torture. Everybody insisted on riding out to Amelia Beach to shoot fireworks and bottle rockets out over the ocean. Except for the horrific noise, the screaming children, sand in my shoes, a hole in my stocking, and the sticky night air, it was a wonderful time. I must remember to feign illness next year to avoid this unnecessary discomfort.
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