Who says I am not patriotic?

I got all dressed up in my patriotic duds for the 4th of July block party in my neighborhood and joined in with my neighbors on a day and night full of bbq's, flags and fireworks. While I was rather disgusted by my neighbors' shunning of the flame-broiled goodness of a Whopper and opting instead for a traditional barbeque, good times were still had by all. I wasn't too thrilled by the fireworks, though. A few of them tipped over, I guess, and shot out sparks and smoke in my direction. In fact, it happened more than a few times. I guess the neighbors had some duds. I don't think they pointed them at me on purpose. But now that I think about it......