Back in my day, the 4th of July wasn’t about inflatable bounce houses or sparkler safety tips. No sir. It was about real freedom – the kind that smelled like gunpowder, sweat, and burnt hot dogs. We didn’t celebrate Independence Day with “coordinated neighborhood block parties.” We celebrated it with backyard explosives and mild third-degree burns.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ we were reckless, but I am say…