For the past several years I’ve bought a six-pack of beer and a bucketload of fireworks at the grocery store and amused my friends and family on Independence Day. Having arrived home from a two-week trip just hours before dark on July 4 this year, the bucketload was much smaller, and the only observer besides the wife and kids was my neighbor, who also got one of my beers. This year, though, I had the 13 year old make the shift from observer to actor, not only helping to set up the fireworks but light them off. I think she got a kick out of it, and it was one of those small but meaningful moments that help a kid move from childhood to adulthood. No beer, though. Not that I’d mind if she had a sip, but the state objects to it and she doesn’t seem interested…yet.
Happy independence and freedom to all.