Flair is ironic, whatever.

FUCK mortars in residential areas.

I'm sitting outside at the house where I grew up and looking at all the Douglas Fir trees in the yard and I can still remember each one I climbed. My friends and I got so close to the top in one that we could see Mt Rainier, Mt St Helens, and Mt Adams (i live near Tacoma Washington). It was a spectacular view and of course my mom was less than pleased.

Did anyone else climb trees as a kid? Do kids these days climb trees?

Help me understand the appeal of today's fireworks. They're not like the spinny, fizzy, whistling ones that I remember from my youth. All day long, well before it started getting dark, people all over my neighborhood have been blowing up everything from M-80s to quarter sticks and larger. Maybe I've just gotten old and curmudgeonly over the years, but I just don't understand the enjoyment factor of paying excessive amounts of money for dangerous miniature bombs that do nothing but explode loudly for a split-second and leave trash all over the streets that I will have to navigate around tomorrow morning.

Me? I'm staying home alone. My wife is in DC for a thing and I'm in Des Moines. I'll be knee deep in beer, keeping the dogs calm, watching the TV and playing video games on the Steam Deck. I love my wife but like being alone.

Thrilling, right!? Happy Birthday, America.

I often marvel at how much the second half of my life has changed since the dawn of the internet.

Which internet perk would you never give up? What do you miss most about pre-internet life?

Went and bought fireworks for the kids and the lady who rang us up gave us some free punks then this memory came back.

I was at Mount Rushmore. Thanks to my parents I will never forget that day! 🇺🇸

We loved it as kids, but on one hand it seems a lot of the themes were not kid appropriate, by today's standards anyway. On the other hand, the show is a bit ridiculous and Mr T became a kid's role model with his own cartoon. So did parents just put up with this to keep us occupied?

Not like anyone cares, but I nominate:

A guy with only one (probably left) earlobe pierced

Passed by yesterday ❤️

I know that turning 50 is usually the more emotionally complicated age for us GenX women, but i feel like I'm in mourning. Has anyone else been through this?

As a 1971 born, I was only five at the time, but all the hype and excitement that surrounded the Bicentennial are among the very earliest memories that I have. I can't remember anything specific of the day, but I strongly remember the vibe.

84 bitches. Watched.

Everybody remembers their first pos car!

This sweetly transformed Chevette outlived my '86 Mercury Lynx (with the XLT decal package with spoiler)

There was more than one Chevette in my high school’s parking lot!

Maybe yours wasn't a pos but grandmas Buick and you were embarrassed to drive it.

Or perhaps you actually had something really cool, like a Scirocco.

Tell me!

The really cool American Racing rims & the glued on hood scoop complete the ensemble.

Who has “their chair” now that we’re in our 50s? What kind of chair/recliner do you have?

You SOBs better use up all of your fireworks tonight because, after tonight, I will assume I’m under attack and I will return fire.

The Star-Spangled Banner.

Just a little something to torture any family/friends with. I guess King George found out the hard way that he won't like us when we're angry.