Our Fourth went pretty well. We went to Neenah later in the day so we could leave the dog home. They had food which Pete grilled and was very good. Betty, Pennie, Bree and I played canasta while Pete and Luke set up the fireworks. When I watched Pete walk out the back door, I saw a picture of John I had never seen before up on top of one of the bookshelves. He LOVED the Fourth of July.

When it got dark, Pete and Luke donned their goggles and set off the fireworks (mostly fountains). It was not too long and their were not too many little ones but enough good ones. The only thing missing were Pat and the boys. And John, of course.