You tell that fine dog that I said so, too! And you are a fine uncle for turning the kids on to modular solid rocket motors.
There has been a glorious display of patriotism in my neighborhood the past few nights. People went all out laying in all kinda shells, apparently. (Anything that flies or explodes is generally illegal here, but enforcement is next to impossible.) Warms my heart, but I do feel bad for the Feline- and Canine-Americans.
Myself, I got in some bicycle therapy on the Fourth, 25 or 30 miles down to and through the river hills and back, then flipped and baked the traditional Fourth of July pizza.