Growing up, the 4th of July meant one thing - noise. Lots and lots of noise. You see, my father liked that holiday almost as much as Christmas, and he'd save up money all year for fireworks. Then he and our neighbor would have a contest - unofficial, of course - to see who could set off the most fireworks and make the biggest noise!
What does that mean for you? Well...
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