Yesterday, I drove 30 miles to my friend’s recently completed home on the edge of the Badlands for an evening of fireworks, steaks and general revelry.
It’s something that our group of friends has done nearly every year since the summer following our final year of high school.
One way or another, and no matter where we are all living at the time, we attempt to get together on or around the Fourth of July to have our own private fireworks show, grill some red meat, have a few adult beverages and soak in the peacefulness of western North Dakota.
Long-standing nicknames and some of our best stories have come out of these gatherings, as they do for most families or groups of friends who celebrate together regularly.
However, one change is becoming very apparent.
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Dustin Monke 