4th of July....where there is smoke....FIRE!
I love fire works....when they are in a field, a big non-weedy field, like a professional baseball park. And I love what they do to the sky...so clever with shapes and forms and types of sparkles. I don't know the lingo. I just know OOOs and AHHs! I was home with our daughter, Sutter, who was about 8 months old. Carl was sailing across the Pacific on the Transpac Race to Hawaii. I had a day off from teaching flying and we were at home. That day a flying buddy had come over to say hi. That was nice, because the next thing I told Mark was to hold the baby, and I was gone. A rather large fire truck had turned into our very small cul-de-sac, complete with full siren blasting. I ran to the action. It turned out to be my action! By the time I got to the other end of our duplex, the fire people had put out a small fire. It was about three feet from our tenant's house! It was July 7th. And for three days I had gotten whiffs of something burning. It seemed outside th