July Fourth

It's almost midnight here and I still hear fireworks popping in the surrounding neighborhoods.

In fact, when we got home around 10:15 pm, my son had counted almost 200 individual explosions as the fireworks popped in the different neighborhoods we passed on the thirty minute drive from my sister's house.

It was too wet to go to the outdoor theater and listen to the symphony play Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture while the costumed minutemen held their torches and lit their cannons. So we played games at my sister's house and watched fireworks on her TV.

My youngest asked if he would get to stay up to midnight. I told him that he was thinking of New Year's Eve, not July Fourth. He laughed. "Oh yeah."

Happy Independence Day, America!

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