My grandma has this cabin up in Magnus, Colorado. It’s such a small town it only has one stoplight. They try to put on their own fireworks show, but they don’t have the manpower to shoot the fireworks high enough into the sky, so 90% of the fireworks explode right on top of us. Trees are catching on fire and things are literally going up into flames during the Fourth of July. Then, the fire department shoots off a firework and then they spend the next ten minutes extinguishing whatever that firework set on fire and they play John Wayne’s That’s America over and over on repeat. It’s hysterical. It’s a very small and patriotic town. I love it.