Between the guy behind us who kept yelling, "America! USA! YEAH!", the man with the flag bandanna in front of us who called us all Nazis for not cheering, and then the mad rush of everyone leaving, I'm pleased to say that I survived July 4th in Virginia. I watched the fireworks, walked back to my car, and made it safely back to the North where a gentleman in spandex wished me a happy 4th and shook my hand at the 7-11. There truly are two Americas.
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