This was Southern California, hot and dry Southern California. While we wanted to see the fireworks show, in the back of our minds was concern that they'd inadvertently set the hills ablaze. Brush fires are a regular event in the mountains that surround the Valley. The Bel Air Fire of 1961 was still firmly implanted in our memories. Yes, I'm too young to remember it first hand, but I remember watching films of it in 1st or 2nd grade.
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Every year I am simply overwhelmed by the fireworks and this year's show was bigger yet than ever, advertising 5500 shells. The show lasts about 20 minutes, and every year I think I see more fireworks in the first 2 minutes than I had in my total lifetime before Peoria. Even when the final volley is mostly duds -- that's happened a couple of times -- it's exciting. "And the rockets' red glare..." And white, blue, purple, green, etc.
And once or twice during the show, they'll pause 2 or 3 seconds between volleys. Just for effect.
While the fireworks are wonderful, the Fourth of July is about much more than that. See here on my "political" blog for some thoughts. May God bless America; and (more importantly) may America bless God.
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