My "baby" Pearl
My beloved red truck
It is the 4th in the USA which means parades, patriotism, pie eating contests and red white and blue coordinating outfits for the family.
Here's what it looks like in my neck of the woods. I have to admit, when the Blue Angels fly through the crack of sky above our little mountain town and everyone cheers and the little old, old veterans with their purple hearts commence the festivities by waving from their homemade float ...i get a little teary. Small town America and old people. I love that stuff.
Have a fine weekend!