Throwing Away Traditions

My grandma told me the other day that my hometown of Lindsborg won't be having fireworks this year. Sad. Some of my fondest childhood memories are from 4th of July holidays at my grandparents.

We'd order fireworks through the mail - anxiously awaiting their arrival around a week before the 4th. Inside we'd find rockets, sparklers, and our favorite Saturn missile. We'd go to the city park around 7 p.m., have a b-b-q, then wait around until 9:30 for the big fireworks show. Later, we'd return to my grandparents for our own display in the backyard - almost burning everything in site. And the smelll of punks...oh that smell.