Last nights bike too work was surreal.

photo from randomdeanna
I remember as a youngster fireworks were a novelty. Once maybe twice a year we joined, what seemed like, the rest of our town in the church parking lot and lay in the truck bed or on the grass oohing and aahing. It was one of those things my parent threatened us with for days before if we misbehaved. “KNOCK IT OFF or we won’t be going to the fireworks!” Fireworks were a BIG deal!
Growing up has brought new layers of meaning to them. How can one not be dumbstruck with awe at the colors and the immensity of sight, sound, and smell that goes with them. How can one not also remember that for some veterans of recent and past wars these tributes to our countries history are a little too vividly awe inspiring for current memories to behold.
I’ve talked to more than one vet who just hunkers down and waits for JUL 4th to pass. Proud of their service they still say that once you’ve seen enough of the real thing the oohs and ahhs just aren’t worth it.
Last week a coworker was talking about the pile of fireworks he was gathering for the event and the look on my face led him to say something questioning my patriotism. I retorted something about his choice of words and what measured patriotism; adding that instead of “playing” I’d soon have the possibility to see real shit explode... now that’s patriotism right? Huh?
Minnesota recently changed the laws allowing certain types of fireworks. Prior to that your choices were the big city shows or you had to smuggle them in from Wisconsin and either go somewhere remote or light them off with guards posted watching for the police. I always thought that was rather interesting... kids peeking around garage corners in alleys while parents lit of a few firecrackers. Oooh and ahhh. America: Truth, Democracy, and Justice.
So I was ready for last night I thought. The mixture of childhood memories, current events, and stories from those who would be attempting to bypass the festivities.
Sunset now hits just as I’m rising for work and the first distant booms from various city parks had just begin as I went through my prep to leave. Within a half a block though I realized this was way more than any other year. There was literally a haze of smoke up and down my street and non stop crackling, flashing, booming, sizzling... there was no end to it. At first I thought just my little neighborhood was lighting up the world yet the entire 20-25 minute ride to week proved there was absolutely no slow in the action. There was the haze of smoke and sulfur the entire way across South Minneapolis. I was literally amazed. And what amazed me even more was I didn’t see any people out other than two folks sitting on their front steps having a cigarette. There were more people out biking than usual but there were no squeals of delight from children or oohing and ahhing of gathered adults. I didn’t hear a single human voice. No whoops of celebration. No mingling crowds. Just nonstop explosions small and large. Where were all the people celebrating this awesome display?
It was bizarre. Upon arrival at work a coworker confirmed it seemed “bigger” than years past and he had smelled the sulfur when he hit the top of the exit ramp.
The booming kept up till around midnight. Shortly after I got a text from Julia who had spent the evening with friends in a nearby city watching fireworks from their back yard. She said, “Bedtime! Hamptons covered by layers of sulfur.” Did this happen statewide? Nationwide?
This morning the streets were strewn with shredded wrappers and burnt spots. I’d imagine this is what Mardi Gra looks like the morning after. OK maybe not quite that bad.
I’m left wondering about the money spent. The environmental impacts. The mental health of anyone who didn’t have someone to ooh and ahh with or simply chose not too. Mostly I’m wondering how for 20 some minutes I biked through what was apparently a bunch of individuals blowing stuff up... no sense of celebration... no sense of gathering... no sense of camaraderie.
It was quite a 4th of JUL. Did anyone have any fun?

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