Last night I swear I didn’t get a lick of sleep. All night long, hoot’n & hoolar’in, must of been 25 people by the fire. Around 4:00am I heard a lot of commotion and when I looked out my kitchen window I saw one of them with his legs on fire. I guess he got to close to the fire and got sloppy with his jug of juice. I did catch this shot (left) of one of our neighbors around 5:30 this morning. I really don’t know why they would celebrate Labor Day, I’ve never seen them work a real job. They always say they’re too busy but I never see them doing anything. They do play a mean banjo and sometimes if you catch them in a festive mode they will play the spoons for you.
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