I'm not going to say we're lifers, but this is our sixth 4th of July in Boston.

There's no place better to feel the promise of America and what those men did all those years ago than right here in the Cradle of Democracy.





Of course, when you've got a church friend with an amazing roof deck and you've got friend down the street with lobsters that your name's on, well it doesn't hurt the festivities either.

Even if an errant thunderstorm disrupted the Pops and sent folks ducking for cover (and sent others into aforementioned friend's bedroom to watch part of the show) there's no way to take our freedom or the celebration thereof.