Barbecue...
…and bocce.
And a third thing, which I don't want to dwell on:
An uncomfortable, hot, mess of a Me.
Maryland in July is brutal. I normally stay in the comfort of my climate-controlled haven from mid-June through the Fall's first frost. But I ventured out, for the Sous Chef's sake. I swear, he must have been an Amazonian native in a past life - the mugginess only seems to drive him forward, like a sopping-wet Energizer bunny.
How was your Fourth?
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