MOTHER, APPLE PIE, AND FIREWORKS?
FIRE COMMENTARY
Like a lot of other kids from the Northeast during the early 1970s, I enjoyed spending summer vacation in Florida. As my family rolled down Interstate 95, I particularly liked watching for the billboards erected for a particular “tourist trap” on the South Carolina border. Every mile along the way, the signs would say “Only 56 more miles to The signs made the time pass more quickly.
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