 More than one person has asked us what the Fourth of July is like in the South. We didn’t get out to celebrate – both of us came down with the flu – but it’s certain to be a crashing success wherever you head. Year-round, if you turn your head while traveling a freeway in any relatively unpopulated area of the states we’ve traveled, you are certain to see a massive fireworks warehouse . . . and an adult lingerie emporium.
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