Sandman's Journal

It's Independence Day--birds are singin' and bottle rockets are zingin'!

I've got this song stuck in my head:

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave . . .

Cain't justify blogging on these sultry, dog days of summer. Too busy with juneberries, lightning storms, wiffleball, fireworks, swimming, barbecues, mowing, family, gardening, smoothies, and trucking. Speakin' of, I'll be driving with Goodall for the next five days. We'll do both Toronto and Calgary this week, with stops to load in Iowa, Minnesota, and South Dakota.

I looove summer.