Things that go BOOM in the night.
For the first several decades of my life I celebrated our country’s independence from the shores (or off shores) of Lake Winnipesaukee, NH. A generation(+) of bottle rockets and roman candles. “Beaver-go-boom“. And across-the-lake or down-the-shore “wow-that-must-have-cost-a-fortune” performances by similar lake side vacationers.
Last year my wife and I spent the Fourth of July to Baraboo, Wisconsin, celebrating the nuptials of a sister-in-laws sister. We had a blast. The setting was beautiful, the people were friendly, and the wedding was personal, genuine and very, very fun. That said, it was my first Fourth away from my beloved Lake Winni.
Yes, we enjoyed Baraboo’s fireworks (from the high school bleechers.)
Yes, there was apple pie.
And yes, I even had a chance to take a dip in one of Wisconsin’s gazillion lakes. (Specifically, Devil’s Lake Park)
But despite all the fun and memories—it wasn’t tradition.
“It’s OK”, I said to myself. “Next year we’ll be back on ‘the lake’ and the tradition will live on. One year in an eon won’t really matter…right?”
Now I have to ask…What about TWO years? In a row?