Mighty 4th of July

Mighty 4th of July


Sweet memories again this year from this previous blog as we celebrate the 4th of July together in Alabama. I hope we just watch the fireworks.

Red Dirt Girl

bottle rocket

The 4th of July is the holy grail of holidays for my older brothers. I woke up the morning of the 4th wondering if I would live to see the 5th. My dear brothers, especially Ed, looked forward to this day with relish, saving their money, working at the Boy Scout fireworks stand, with ode to punk clouding their senses like Mary Jane did a few years later. The punk was righteous. Black cats were too. Ant dens were lined with firecrackers and blown to bits as was any plastic toy no longer fit for service. The three boys played terrorizing games of lighting the fuse and then egging each other on for that last…possible..moment to pitch it before it exploded under the fleshy leg of a fellow 4th of July addict. Nothing was safe especially not the little sister. When I was five, I hung onto the porch on…

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