Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Independence Day and the Pickle
Ah, the 4th of July. It has always been a memorable holiday.
For years when I was a kid MC had a parade. Every year we would go down to Franklin Street early in the morning and set up our chairs to hold our spots. Then we would watch the parade, which started promptly at noon, and it was a great time. OMG, remember the Shriner's driving those tiny cars? I can remember the sun on my face and always seeing this one boy who was so cute and lived down the street from my Grandma Frageman. I only saw him briefly once a year. Ah, romance. I am certain he had no idea I even existed.
The year the guy threw some lit firecrackers and they burned Erin. Yep that was the first time my husband almost got into a fight. Good thing we always had a car full of bats. They tend to deter people.
The time the police came to my parents and Darren turned over our entire stash of illegal fireworks.
When I went with my boyfriend's family to the beach for the fireworks show and then...never mind...
The time they were swinging Darren around and he landed on the fireplace. That required stitches.
That year I was playing with lit firecrackers as a kid and one got in my armpit. I clamped down and it exploded. Yeah that left a mark.
The best though was the time Bob was lighting M80s in my parents' back yard. My mom told him to stop but he didn't. The last one he tossed into her garden and blew her pickles right off the plant. She was so proud of those pickles. Things did not go well after that.