Happy Fourth of July
When I was a young man, the Fourth of July had very special meaning. For one, it was my Mother’s Birthday. So, as well as well wishes for my Mother, it also meant cake. Yes, I love my Mother, and I love cake too! The Fourth of July also meant fireworks. well, not really fireworks per se, since my family was of more modest means. Actually we had sparklers, usually several boxes of them, and smoke bombs. The sparklers we would throw into the sky, often to the dismay of my Mom and Dad, imitating the fireworks that we would see the more affluent kids would have. They would crackle and into the sky, then fall to the earth. Usually Dad would then warn, “make sure you get them off the grass before you forget them, and I mow one of them”. Sure we had smoke bombs too, and we even had snakes. I loved snakes, they were always so funny to watch, but if you think about it, there wasn’t really that much to them. Smoke bombs on the other hand, well if you lit enough of them at once, you could hide in a cloud of smoke. Just like what you might see a wizard, or a witch do on TV. Perhaps a magic act. Maybe “I Dream of Jeannie” As I grew older, the Fourth of July just became a reason to party. In my 20’s and 30’s, any reason to celebrate and have drinks was a good enough holiday for me. Heck, if I think back on it, I am pretty sure that we even celebrated Ground Hog’s day with a few shots of something alcoholic once, or twice. In my later years, the Fourth of July became a day of physical exertion. Actually it was only
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