I stood on the balcony at the Department of Interior as the fireworks rang out, I thought to myself, as the haze settled into the stagnant air, about the smoke hanging in the sky. Thoughts ran wild as the smoke hung, obscuring the explosions in the night sky, from Baghdad’s fall to other battles, and then to a strange place. What would Al Gore say about all this?
Fireworks, an Inconvenient Truth? Or a Rockwellian Delight?
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