This year I will be in America for the 4th of July. Last year, I was here:
This is me, on top of Mt. Nebo, pointing to the Promised Land. I bet it looks the same now as it did back in the OT, minus the windy paved road.
Last year, I spent the evening with a friend down in Abdoun, eating ice cream, sitting in the middle of a crazy busy traffic circle, watching Arab guys watch Arab girls and trying to take a picture of ourselves both making the number "4" with our hands.
My mom called me tonight. She was sitting on their "usual" spot with their "usual" group at the Kearney fireworks show. She said she missed me and that she wished I was there. Asked if anyone was having any firework shows, if anyone was setting off fireworks.
For you Kearney folk, you know that town is like a stinking war zone on the fourth. A dense haze settles over the town at night after everyone's lights their stuff and you hear left over explosions for days on end. Kentucky... just not that into it I guess. In fact, you have to go over the river into Indiana just to get the "good" fireworks. Go figure.
We'll see how tomorrow goes. But it may end up to be a very nostalgic day indeed. I guess that's a good thing. I don't visit memory land often enough anymore.
2 comments:
I'll blow something up for ya.
Next year, come to Louisville...we have about three families on our little street alone setting off tons of fireworks right now...not just dinky little fountains or Roman candles...the people two doors down from us are setting off dozens of fill-up-the-sky fireworks in a dazzling array of colors. They are absolutely beautiful! I can hear the noise of fireworks going off for miles around!
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