Normally every night sounds like a war zone for the 2 weeks surrounding the Fourth when you live out in the country. Illegal imported fireworks abound--and every redneck worth his coon hound is blasting them off in their back yards. Mr. D is no exception. He fancies himself a pyrotechnic and actually puts on quite a show every year. From the comfort of her back yard Green Girl can watch a show on par with most town displays--and she doen't have to fight the crowds or park two miles up the road or use portapotties.
But it's the dang neighbors--for miles around--blasting off their explosives for two solid weeks that makes her private fireworks show a dubious blessing. Until this year. Is it because the Fourth falls on a weekend? Because the weather has been unseasonably chilly? Because local law enforcement has cracked down? Whatever the reason, she's thankful this year for the Freedom From 1:00 A.M. Fireworks Festivals this year. She has enjoyed sleeping uninterrupted through the nights leading up to this weekend. Hopefully all of Green Girl's match-and-gunpowder happy neighbors express their patriotism together on Saturday like the calendar says they should. She wouldn't mind looking at a brightly lit sky in every direction Saturday night. That would make even a curmudgeonly skeptic like Green Girl feel a little national pride swelling deep in her soul. Although nothing gets her red, white and blue juices flowing as much as re-reading The Declaration of Independence every year.
Happy Independence Day!
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