Damn, we sure are getting a lot of thunder-boomers here -- seems like we've gotten more than our share over the last month.

I guess I should feel fortunate that it's not snow.

Berea had its Independence Day parade last night in the town square. It was like a cavalcade of officer-holders and office-seekers. As they made their procession their faithful but distracted minions tossed small pieces of candy on the ground in front of grasping children.

There's a metaphor in there somewhere, but my mind is still too busy trying to piece together the bulldog/wildlife connection. (Someone came to the parade last night with an English Bulldog, causing Alane to make a rude ancestry comment.)