Flashback Friday

I know it's a few days past the Fourth of July, but I'm still in the Fourth of July mood today.  My mind drifts back to the Fourth of July in 1998.  My dear friend KD was visiting us from his home in Greenville, South Carolina, and we had one of the best Fourth of July's ever.  Earlier in the day, we made the trek across the Ohio River over into Southern Indiana where, at the time, was the closest place you could buy the real fireworks.  I don't want to say how much we spent that day buying fireworks but it was a lot.  And it was worth every penny. 

Before the sun went down, KD and I went out to the field at The Compound to get everything ready.  We got a sledge hammer and drove in a half dozen pieces of pipe into the ground to use for the bottle rockets and Roman candles, and we got a hammer and nails and got all of the spinning fireworks in place on the fence posts.  We placed all of the other fireworks strategically on the ground, so our guests would get a good view of them.  And just as the sun stared to go down, the masses started to assemble in their lawn chairs.  We had over twenty friends and relatives there for the big fireworks display.  KD and I wore ourselves out, running all over the field lighting all of the fireworks but our crowd sure loved it, and the fun was worth every dollar we spent.  The evening was not without refreshments;  we had coolers of beer, soft drinks, and water melons, and even had a couple of old school crank freezers with homemade ice cream. 

Our big fireworks show and refreshments lasted until close to midnight, when everybody left to make their way home.  But the night will be one of my most favorite Fourth of July's ever.