I’m been having a little trouble mustering the appropriate enthusiasm for Fourth of July this year. I miss the good, clean, innocent fun of my youth. I miss packing a picnic with my family and watching the fireworks from our boat. I miss the excitement when my father would pull out our flare gun and join in during the explosion of the colorful finale over the San Francisco Bay. Today this would have gotten him arrested. A lot has changed in thirty years.
Yesterday, while watching the news to decide which “fireworks” celebration to attend in town, I was aghast by all the rules attached to what used to be a family-friendly event. No glass, no lawn chairs, no umbrellas, all guests to succumb to a bag search and walk through a metal detector, etc. etc. Is the Fourth of July festival where fun goes to die? I’ve seen so much bad behavior over the years at these fireworks displays and it has taken what was such a happy childhood memory into a somewhat dreaded ritual….so what’s a gal to do?