When I think of what the Fourth of July means to me, I think of fire…like, literal fire…as in, “Hey Dad, why did you set the yard on fire?”  Or, “Hey Dad, are you sure you should be doing that?”  Or, “Hey Dad, are you aware that YOU are on fire?”  Or, “Hey Dad, the grill just went up in flames.  How done did you want that steak?”  Continue Reading