A tale of sand and idiots by Deb Lisa Daily

When I grew up, we went water skiing every Fourth of July with the Curtis family, and then we’d lie exhausted on the beach, eating cold fried chicken and my mother’s fabulous top secret potato salad. (It’s the ingredients that are top secret, not the salad itself) — this paper plate will self destruct in five seconds… When we got home, we’d get cleaned up, eat some more and then,…

Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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Fourth of July Traditions by Deb Gail

I’m not a huge fan of the Fourth of July. I don’t like fireworks or char-grilled meat or planned activities and having grown up with leftist parents and having attended an even more leftist liberal arts college, the whole forced patriotic thing still brings out the rebel in me. This is not to say that I don’t participate in the ENORMOUS celebration my neighborhood has every year. A celebration so…

Monday, June 30, 2008
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