Alas, the hole in my life where a fireworks display was supposed to fit was filled on The Fourth. You see, Chicago's right next door to Indiana where professional-grade fireworks are on sale to any yahoo with a few bucks — or so it seems, because yesterday evening starting at dusk, the light show began. With the first Pop!, Boom! and Whirrr!, I was out the door. I sat on the corner outside of my apartment building and watched fireworks burst in every direction; thanks to the neighbors, right above me and the drunkies having a barbecue on the traffic median, sometimes precariously in my direction.
The whole neighborhood came out. People walked up and down the boulevard to watch the amateur displays and neighbors gathered in every alley. We collectively ewed and awed and vied for a better view. Happy Independence Day.