The wife tells me that one day she’d like to go see the fireworks on the Fourth of July. I say, “Sure, Dear,” and hope she doesn’t ask again until July 5th next year. When I think of going to watch the fireworks I think, “Who do I know that might have a good view?” Because the idea of sitting around for hours in a huge crowd, at the end of a hot, sticky day, well, that just ain’t my idea of fun, no matter how cool the light show is. It’s my New Yorker’s instinct to stay away from crowds at all costs.
Maybe I should just suck it up. Nah. I just need to find a spot, get an angle, work some magic.
After all, nothing like making the wife a heppy ket, is there?
For the past six years my fireworks setup has been about as close to perfect as I can imagine. We drive 1 mile down to the lake, hop into the boat, putter out half a mile into the lake, and drop anchor, along with about 500 other boats. The lake puts on a great 30 minute show, and we're usually back at the house by 10:15, and that's stopping for a nightcap with friends, and neighbors on the beach.
I'm not bragging, mind you.I pay dearly for this luxury. I drive 100 miles round trip to the city everyday to live in the rural suburbs of NJ. I'm taxed and charged out the yingyang, but one of the many benefits is the Fourth of July fireworks on the lake.
We recently built a house and last night I realized that we have a sweet view of our little town's fireworks show from my son's bedroom window...
I'd just like to say that George Herriman rules.