Two days ago in the United States we celebrated the signing of a simple one page document that severed our ties politically with the United Kingdom. Today we celebrate by stuffing ourselves to the point of being sick and then waiting for dusk and darkness for the local fireworks display.
If that’s on the 3rd then the next morning we get up bright and early (for me it was dark and early) and head down to the downtown area of your town to watch the parade go by. My city has theirs starting at 9 AM and they told us to line up at, get this 7:30 AM. I’m like, WTH? I can understand an hour, but 7:30 was getting a bit ridiculous.
The group I was in had two vehicles and we had them ready long before it was time to load up. We sat there complaining over city hall and how sometimes they’re so anal about everything.
Now the fireworks I saw? Those were awesome! I go over to the next city for their celebration. The reason why is that my group finds seating that’s maybe 100 feet away from where they shoot off the fireworks. And then when they go off above you, they’re low (maybe around 1000 feet). So they end up so in your face that it’s the best thing ever! You don’t know fireworks until you can see them explode right above you.
Sondra Bateman 