Things I Love About Summer #3: Fireworks

I am enthralled by fireworks. One of my earliest memories of the Fourth of July was seeing the fireworks with my mom and sister. I didn't know what they were, until I saw them. I was hooked.

I also used to enjoy lighting fireworks. Unfortunately, that ended when I became a firecracker-injury statistic (due to my own stupidity, I am afraid.) Now I just enjoy watching other people light them.

This entry is about the public firework displays. I have found, in my adult life, that each one follows a certain format....

7:30: You arrive at the place where they are going to be held. A few others are already there, in lawnchairs and laying on blankets. You, of course, did not bring a lawnchair, thinking that you could watch from leaning on the hood of your car. The smell of Off wafts through the air.

7:35: You decide you are hungry, so you go by the nearby carnival ("Overpriced Rides-o-Rama!!! Now pricegouging unsuspecting parents for sixty years straight!") to find food.

7:36: You decide to drive through Sonic instead.

8:00: You return to the site, balance your personal belongings, your Route 44 drink, and your food in your hands, and head to the hood of your car.

8:00:30: Oh crabby patties...everyone is facing the other way. Sigh.

8:01: You try to find a patch of grass where you can sit and not get too many grass-stains on your pants.

8:02: You finally settle on a patch of concrete. You eat your food and gaze jealously at the guy in the lawnchair with a movable hood in case of rain and two (TWO!) drinkholders.

8:30: You finish your food and wonder when the show is going to start.

8:35: Someone mentions 9:55. Sigh...

8:50: You listen in to conversations going on around you. Some hot-rodder tries to go 50 on the 30 mph street and gets lectured by the rent-a-cop.

9:10: A couple of kids start playing in a water puddle cardoned off by yellow hazard tape. You wonder where their parents are.

9:30: Someone starts lighting their own fireworks in the neighborhood behind you. You wonder where the cops are.

9:35: The park lights are turned off. Some teenagers scream.

9:40: Some teenagers start practicing going: "ooh....ahhh..."

9:45: People around you start wondering out loud when they are going to start. More Off gets passed around.

9:55:00: Finally! The first weak bursts start coming out of the night sky. You are instantly enthralled.

9:56: You notice that a sound system is playing music to synchronize with the display. "God Bless America" and "Stars and Stripes Forever" are represented.

10:00: Some random Aerosmith song plays and you wonder what in the world that has to do with Independence Day.

10:05: Lee Greenwood's "God Bless the USA" starts to play, and you know the finale is coming.

10:08: The night air bursts with light and sound, totally overpowering the sound system. You wish you had thought to bring your camera.

10:09: The display ends, and the street lights come back on faintly. Person to your left: "Wow, is that it?" Person to your right: "That was the best display ever!"

10:20: On your way home, you get stuck in traffic. While you are waiting, you try to think of a cool blog entry about fireworks.

Happy Independence Day, everybody. Don't forget the men and women throughout our nation's history who fought and gave their lives so we have a reason to light our fireworks.

Comments

  1. Very well-said! Do you remember the fireworks at Myraid Gardens? Now that was the exception to the rule, wasn't it? :)

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  2. I've missed hearing from you lately. Have you run out of things you love about summer? (The mind-numbing heat will do that to you!)

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