July 5th, 2002

lookin' good

our child is laid back...

...he can fall asleep during fireworks. He watched for a few minutes. Turned to me to and sort of looked at me with this look that said something like "these things are pretty cool, dad, but it's really late and I'm really tired, and you're pretty snuggly, so if you don't mind I'm just going to turn over now and pass out." He also burbled something in the language of two-year-olds, which very well may have been "this sucks, it's loud, the bright flashy lights are scary, and I'm going to pass out in shock now." Somehow, though, I don't think that's what he actually meant...it was much too happy a burble.

So I kissed him and hugged him and snuggled him up, and sat with prettypammie and our friends Marge and Greg, on the hill behind the line of trees separating their property from the fairgrounds. We watched and celebrated,

[a]nd the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.