Last night, like many families in America, we celebrated the fourth of July. The day was complete with a picnic, conversation and fireworks.
As the day faded, Dad brought out his box of small fireworks. Niagara County, located in Upstate New York, legalized small fireworks for personal use and purchase until July 5th. It was a cause for celebration.
My sister in law, brother, uncle, grandmother, great grandmother, mother and me sat on the porch. My father, in a fit of childlike mischief, lit small packages by the road.
The air wreaked of sulphur and victory.
I was offered a round but declined. Maybe next time.