Our little hometown has a spectacular fireworks display every year on the Saturday before the 4th. As I understand, they make a real party of it with food trunks and music long before dark. Mom and Dad don’t go over there. Old Fred would get upset from the noise so we just stayed home and watched the display from inside the house. Fred is gone now, but Dad worries about mosquitos, so they still stay home. This year I sat on Mom’s lap in the dark as she looked out the guest room window. I could see all of the bright colors and lights in the sky. I could hear the pops and booms, but they weren’t really that loud. Maybe I am just more brave than old Fred.