In a place where there used to be picnics, fireworks and many people now there is nothing but rotting picnic tables and shelters falling down where the people used to watch the fireworks. No one knows what really happened or why it just seemed to just stop. Could it have been that there were just too many rules or was it just too expensive to continue. No one really knows. The Fourth of July a day of excitement and fun is now only a memory of days gone by no longer a day of fun, but one can still remember.
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Mark Graham
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Hot Spell
Another hot and humid day in the Deep South. What to do when you walk out your front door at 6AM and you are slammed in the face with a hot breeze even before the sunrise, but you got to do what you got to and your dog needs to do something, so you walk your dog. It's so sultry outside that all the windows in the house are condensed in water for you have the AC on consistently just to stay cool. Oh, these hot and humid days of a Southern summertime makes you wish for a good snowstorm.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Fiction
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It's become like this where I live, but it's due to a local incident that happened a few years back. Basically, some young people provoked a false alarm scare at the New York plaza and now many err on the side of caution. I watch the fireworks from the safety of my balcony. I feel blessed.
Awe this one’s sad yet, the memories stay locked safe away 🏆✍️📕