I also wish I could make it Jerry.

But never fear, every 4th, my neighborhood turns into a medium sized Beirut mortar barge for hours and hours.
I have even thought about hosing down my roof, since the revelers seem to like to hit it with all their rockets (and some of them are the
big ones).
But I'll just wear my old WWII helmet and raise a toast to old glory and our beloved republic. (and check for fires)