4th of July Memories

I called my grandma in Kansas tonight to say, "Happy 4th of July" (my 90-year old grandpa was out mowing lawns of course). It is, after all, the holiday that reminds me most of my grandparents as we would celebrate in style every year.

We'd go to the city park in Lindsborg to watch the fireworks around 9 p.m. Then, we'd rush home to explode our catalog fireworks in our grandparents backyard. Saturn Missles. Bottle rockets. Shooting fountains. It was usually extremely hot, a times humid, and the mosquitos would be bothersome.

I still fondly recall running indoors to light my punks made of manure. Oh, that smell. Heaven.