It’s been a busy weekend of family togetherness, good food and a special birthday. Oh, and it was also the Fourth of July.
Which reminds me of another July Fourth family picnic …
As dusk fell, the menfolk prepared their launch area, making sure the rockets would land clear of any hazards. Most of the family clustered on the driveway. My mother settled into a chair on the porch. We oohed and ahhed as the rockets climbed, sparking and hissing, before bursting into showers of colored sparks. It was a wonderful evening …
Until one firework hit the electric line and ricocheted towards the house. We watched in horror as the flaming tube landed on the lawn a few feet from the porch.
My mother suffers from various orthopedic issues. She was not going to leap from her chair and run to safety. There was nothing anybody could do but watch. And pray.
Fortunately, the firework sputtered harmlessly on the grass. Nothing caught fire. No one was hurt.
Despite our best intentions, things sometimes go awry
No one expected a firework to hit that one electric line, but it did. Stuff happens. Continue reading this post at Putting on the New…
