Six am came early this morning as Gary slipped out to go with Bob to meet Dave for breakfast. But Dave didn’t make it. He came directly to the house. With this!
Ugh-oh, Rosie called and was stuck in Frenchtown with Ellie Mae (her '32 Chevy). Bob and Gary to the rescue in the pickup. Her Ellie Mae was really OK, so we packed our food and beverages in the coolers and headed out to Ringoes. Bob drove the Model T and we followed in the Jeep.
We love driving the jeep with the top down, and with no threat of rain for the week, we’re getting some use out of the wind in our hair. Molly, the dog, loves to ride in a car or truck, and when we came out of the coach to cover the jeep with sheets (because she gets into any vehicle that is open) guess who was lying down on the back seat. She looked so sheepish, Gary decided to take her for a little ride. Her ears flapping in the wind and tongue hanging out, off they went. She is so sweet looking, how could we say no?
BTW, the term ‘Uncle Sam’ was apparently derived from the initials, U.S., that an Army provisioner, named Samual Wilson stamped on barrels of salted meat. It first appeared in Troy, NY in 1813.
Happy fireworks!
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