Uhm, Battle Hymn of the Republic, thus the staccato marching-on of fire in the works, now falls on this Fourth for far more than the 200th time. Dark poetry in motion, sonic forces in command, the grip of what we view on us, now beckon as seldom before. The rain and rein of fire may be at hand?? Here’s some of what we’ve seen locally.
To set the tone, not yet midnight now, but still the bang of dozens of fireworks high across the semi-scorched […]