As I'm getting ready to go to work this July 4, I'm having fireworks withdrawal! Yes, I admit it, I'm like a little kid when it comes to fireworks. The bigger and louder the better. I still think they are ridiculously romantic. The ooohs and aahhs...not like the kind a a baby shower over a diaper genie, but try wonder.
Seventeen years ago, when I was 12 of course, a man I thought I would marry told me he loved me sitting on a blanket watching fireworks. When I was seven (in 1976) we celebrated the bicentennial sitting on the tip of the City down in what's now Battery Park. The sky lit up like daytime at the end of the 1812 overture when the canons go off. Then four years ago when NYC officially went non-smoking, I was at Waterside and literally standing under the Macy's fireworks, with a good friend, her then boyfriend, and a guy that I was instantly interested in, which made it all that much more exciting. If anyone knows about the Macy's fireworks, in order to see it from Waterside you need to be on a special list to get in because of the tight security.
Fireworks on July 4th always make me feel good. But alas, Switzerland obviously doesn't celebrate U.S. Independence Day! :) Some of my Americans colleagues will eat together in the cafeteria and pretend the mystery meat is a hot dog...
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