I'll bet the vast majority of you have never heard of the band X, or their song 4th of July. I first heard 4th of July on (yes, quite trite) the 4th of July, 1992. A gang of us were hanging out at Bob's Garage...Bob being our friend who lived in a renovated garage across from the university. At some point, Bob yelled something I didn't catch and ran inside to change the music. When he came out, 4th of July was blaring across the small yard. The neighbors must have loved us. Every year since on the 4th of July, I always think of lying on the hood of Bob's old junker bohemeth, listening to X on a warm, humid NC night.
Bob in his garage, second fr. left, Halloween 1990.
Bob died of cancer just a couple years later. He was so young and so full of life, even now I have trouble believing he's gone. In memoriam of Bob, my friday favorite is X's 4th of July. I hope wherever he is, they let him homebrew.