My favorite holiday as far as holidays go. Even better than Christmas, except of course there’s no gifts.
4th of July means only one thing: The 3 B’s…beaches, barbeques and… beautiful fireworks at the old High School.
Okay, I took some liberty there with the B’s, but 2 B’s and an F just didn’t sound right.
When I was a kid, our 4th of July usually began with a quick trip to “The Beach”.
Back then a beach card cost just a few bucks and maybe a dime to get your toes in the water.
Back then you had to fight your way through huge crowds of people just to claim a tiny spot in the sand to set down your dad’s scratchy, old, olive green army blanket; the one with the giant grape juice stain in the upper right corner.
Once settled, we’d open up the Scotch cooler, grab a grape soda, and jump in the water. Maybe even take a swim out to the float…but only at low tide.
If you were lucky you might’ve scored a hot dog from the snack bar, and if you were real lucky you might have scored a pretzel stick…maybe even two.
After the beach, we’d come home for a family barbecue in one of my Aunt’s backyards, which were both within walking distance of the High School. We’d stuff ourselves with hot dogs and hamburgers for an afternoon “snack”, then Grandma's fried chicken and potato salad for dinner, with lots of watermelon in between. Then off to the High School…
Back then, we didn’t have the big Grucci, computer choreographed displays we have now. Back then we had “Arnie’s Real Good Fireworks” and a half dozen lines of mortar shells, which took most of the day to set up, and a poor guy, probably Arnie, running back and forth with a flair lighting each one off individually, and running away like a mad man.
Throw in a couple of cool ground displays and we had ourselves a show!
Sitting on that scratchy old blanket…again…it was the most magical of shows.
If you came early, and sat in the bleachers there were also a lot of speeches and other goings on. Sometimes there would be a squad of army guys demonstrating how they could over run and capture College Avenue, if the need should arise.
And then, at last, Arnie would set off the first rocket and the oohs and aaahs would commence.
Now that’s a 4th of July! A Hometown 4th of July.
See you at the Fireworks. I hope Arnies’ there too!
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