Growing up Carbo, I never really was hooked on the pyro tech holiday of Fourth of July. Yes, we had sparklers and cones and I am certain that as they exploded I thought they were neat.
I have a fear of fire ... I hate fire places. I have one but it has been converted into a bar. We had a fireplace at my childhood home, and we used it all the time. I did not like hauling logs from one part of the property to the other, stacking it for the snakes to live in it and then to bring them into the house ... sounds dramatic and somehow it was to me.
Ironically, the only firework I think is cool for some reason is the smoke snake. Perhaps it has to do with my log carrying days.
Perhaps you know, but I am not even fond of heat. My house is set at "ice box" on the thermostat. I have only lit the fireplace twice in the near ten years of living in the Haunted Hamlets. Once was for a intimate wine tasting the other was a failed romantic evening.
Anyway, as an adult I have not really made an effort to see the lights flash against the sky backdrop. I remember during my White Swan employment days, we all went on a day long picnic on the grounds of the American Red Cross. We ate and played Frisbee and listened to mix cassette tapes - (Wham was big at that point in my high hair, flipped up collar point of life). Since that point I experienced the fireworks during a Wizards game, for the All America Celebration, a Three Rivers Festival when I served on the board and at a wedding at the Fort Wayne Country Club.
It will be a fact that I will not be sitting on top of a car on North Anthony tonight watching the fireworks (or the drive by gun shots). So, play the holiday safe and enjoy the holiday the best way you know how.
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