To all American dogs that survived the 4th of July,I salute you.But beware!It's not over yet,as there are still those random neighbors that must unfurl their remaining stash in the wee hours of the morning-the lone M-80 or the singular bottle rocket.Some of you older dogs have lost your hearing and watch with concern and horror as your younger brothers and sisters have to endure the fever that you still feel,only in memory, etched deep beneath your bones.Its easy to forgive a passing moment of madness- scratching through the linoleum flooring,curling up inside the tub,something primeval- as long and deep as the need to run fast and hard in a straight line so the sound of your beating heart is louder then the sound of the sky falling.J.S