Fireworks

As much as Youngstown sucks, and in as many and varied ways as it manages to suck, I will concede that they are unparallelled at putting on a fireworks display. We went to the local fairgrounds tonight to see them. It was truly amazing. We were parked fairly close to the launch site, but it was still an amazing show -- constant action, and some absolutely breathtaking fireworks I had never seen before. Emily was nervous beforehand and said she wanted to go home, I think because she was afraid it would just be loud noises, but from the first burst of light and sparks, she was hooked. She kept telling us to say "Bam!" (I refused, I'm not Emeril-fucking-Lagasse) and clapping every time she saw one.

I was thinking about my friend Dave G. from way back when I worked at the bank (a bizarre chapter in my life; don't hold your breath waiting to read about it here). He was a truly fine individual. A great friend, now that I look back on it. I know he's married too -- I think we've met his wife, but can't remember for sure -- and last I knew he worked for Ernst & Young, which is probably called something else now anyway.

I'm rambling.