We’re heading over to our friends’ house tonight for our annual viewing of the Elver Park fireworks from their deck. Haven’t seen them for a while, so it should be fun catching up. We’re bringing a salad.

I love fireworks. In Madison, we have a gigantic fireworks show on the Saturday before the 4th, and it draws a huge number of people. Like, a hundred thousand. We’ve only attended once, because we’re usually busy that Saturday. Last night it was rained out… it’s rescheduled for Monday. Huh.

I once worked for a guy who was nuts about fireworks. He set up a fireworks stand every year, just for the fun of it. One year he gave me a bag of goodies and gushingly described the cool effects of each item. I was too paranoid at the time to actually light any of them on fire, but I came around the next year. Moon must have been about three or four. She and the neighbor boy (a year older) sat together on our lawn and oohed/ahhed as I put aside my fear of burned fingers and lit up our little cul-de-sac.

When all is said and done, we all have an adolescent boy living in our brains, and any holiday involving lighting stuff on fire is cool with him.