July 5, 2006

100 Words: Fifth of July

Filed under: Prose — crcb @ 12:52 pm

Mood: Coruscating 

I hate the Fourth of July–not for what it represents, but for how it’s celebrated. I love professional fireworks, but the personal explosives detonated by children and inebriated adults frighten me. Why not just give them all guns?

This year, my wife, my daughter and I went to a friend’s house for ice cream and a view of the city fireworks display. On the way out, we drove past a park where young men fired roman candles into pine trees. When we returned late that night, smoke drifted over the streets and our neighborhood smelled like a war zone.


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