when we were kids my brother, brew, didn’t like loud noises. we would go to a fireworks show and invariably my mother would run away holding him as he wailed so they could watch them from the car. when he got old enough to talk about it he would say, “i have sensitive ears.” this could easily be said for him as a person. he’s a sensitive guy.
when the bug was born, the first thing i said when i looked at his beautiful face was,”he looks just like brew.” not a bad thing, but if you think about the logistics of this first glance…it was a little disconcerting. the weirder thing is the bug has super sensitive ears too. we have left ball games early due to the threat of fireworks. he has watched many a fire work show from behind the safety of glass. 2 years ago he watched them with ear plugs. last year he watched them naked. well his ears were naked anyway. this, was a watershed moment. for, as much as the brew couldn’t take loud noises, i welcomed them. that thump you feel in your chest from the percussion, be it music or fire works. bring it on!
when i became a grown-up (some of you are probably thinking that hasn’t happened yet) and was allowed to light fireworks i found a new love. in my next life i’m going to be a pyrotechnic.
every year my family gathers at my parents to watch the firework display that the country club puts on behind their house. it’s like our own private show. i’m the fluffer. i get those tent fire works and let’em rip until the real show starts. in my car right now i have a crazy amount of the stuff and i’m itching to blow stuff up.
happy fourth to you all. don’t loose a finger.
we’ll miss you buddy!