When we left Hanover, we stopped at the Utz Factory Store for chips and went to Paul's former boss's Fourth of July barbecue in Middletown, at which we knew very few people but we had a good time talking about travel, kids, pets, and the decline of the American shopping mall, plus we met a fourth grader who knows as much about giraffes as Adam knew at that age about penguins. And we saw fireworks while we were driving home:
...and a room full of sports-themed containers.
Here I am posing for the tacky photo younger son expects of me.
My fortune from Lu Hibachi Buffet Grill.
Paul, his parents, and a book of photographs of them years ago.
Middletown independence weekend barbecue at the home of Paul's former boss.
We saw fireworks in both Gaithersburg and Rockville on the way home down 270.