I’m thankful that life is slowly but surely returning to normalcy. That means the return of concerts at Crockett Park in Brentwood, Tennessee. That also means the return of fireworks on July 4.
I used to be scared of fireworks. I suppose it was the loud noises that I didn’t like. I’d cover my little ears and pray for an end to all the craziness. As I got older, I found that I didn’t mind the loudness as much, and I learned to appreciate the beauty and art of a good fireworks display.
This particular evening turned out to be just about perfect. The weather could not have been any better. There were food trucks aplenty. There were also people aplenty.
So here I am, full of hamburger and ice cream and good memories. Even the drive home wasn’t so bad, considering the number of people trying to leave at the same time.
Happy 245th birthday, America!