Independence Day and the Last Crusade I tend to see fireworks through my windshield on or around the 4th of July. Perhaps I wrote about a year ago at this time, but I'd have to go back and see. And I'm feeling kinda lazy. Tonight we had our weekly meeting for the Haiti trip over at Conley Wharf. We stayed late to do some praying, which was awesome. As we were leaving my friend Sarah and I were able to catch some fireworks off in the distance, across the bay. And as we were driving across the bridge on... Bridge St. near the hurricane barrier the fireworks began across downtown, and for a split second we noticed downtown Providence crowned with explosions in the sky. Then we drove over to Eastside Marketplace to pick up some groceries and were surrounded by explosions in the distance; Pawtucket.

I asked Sarah when we got in the car if she was a fan of fireworks.
"Yeah," she said and then took a pause. "Well you know, I'm not a huge fan or anything. I like to see them but I never do them."

Yeah, it's kinda like that. I remember years past back home in Texas, stopping off at the giant fireworks warehouses and then driving out to the middle of nowhere with Dipes and Mike and Fratus, Seaberg and Bowlin and the rest and shooting off fireworks way too close to each other and to dried grass. Those were fun nights. Seems like so far away right now. And it is.

Back on the westside and home now. Kids are riding bikes through the streets and dropping firecrackers. Fireworks are going off through the urban night as they have been for weeks now.

Close your eyes, it's Independence Day.

I'm just sitting here in my apartment on the couch eating cereal and watching an Indiana Jones movie. No idea why. And perfectly happy about it, if not a little tired. Too tired to read; probably too tired to make it through the movie as well.  ¶ 7/03/2007 10:26:00 PM