That's right, the Fourth of July brought us the usual fiery display, all spiderwebbery skeins of sparkle glory.
Being the proud American that I am, I found a seat on Mass Ave, propped a Jameson's on my knee and proceeded to make yummy noises along with the assembled crowd.
"Ewwww," I went, as the kids behind me sang Neil Diamond (ironically, of course.)
"Ahhhhh," I continued, as the five-year-olds in front ran wild beneath their parents eyes.
"Ohhhhh," we all sighed as the final display kicked out the jams, reds, whites and blues mixing with oranges, yellows and greens that were meant to look jewel-like, but were more Starburst (the candy) seeming than anything.
Still, hard to look down on a sky filled with fire, man-made or otherwise.
Now if only we could get rid of that horrid anthem! "America the Beautiful," anyone?
p.s. Votes also accepted for "This Land is Your Land."