Years ago, my sons and I were in the back yard shooting firecrackers. My wife, Nellie Frances, came out to give us a customary good mother warning. “You know shooting firecrackers is against the law.”
“Aw, Mom . . . “
“Everybody does it,” I said. “It’s the Fourth of July. Listen.” Sure ‘nuff, firecrackers were going off all over town.
“Please be careful,” she said with a sigh of