90. The Fourth of July

Pop comes home from his rounds with charcoal and hot dog buns. He says, "It's the fourth of July! We're going to have hot dogs!" Since I don't eat hot dogs, I guess when he says ‘we’ he means he and his guests that will likely be coming over tomorrow. I don't recall him celebrating the fourth before, at least not since childhood and our own little fireworks extravaganzas, but he seems intent on getting more out of life in what must be his last active years. I can respect that.

Whatever headaches lay in store for me tomorrow, Pop made nice tonight, and in addition to offering to pick up some dessert tonight, he also took me out to eat. It was Jim's again. Chicken fried steak. It's not as nice as Furr’s, but it beats the sandwiches I was going to make tonight.