For the past two weeks or so, people have been randomly setting off firecrackers in their neighborhoods. Sometimes the firecrackers go off for hours on end. When I lived in Los Angeles, people put on full fireworks display that could rival the Macy’s fireworks show. I was stunned and amazed. Or better yet, I was in shock and awe. It seemed like the CNN coverage of the first Iraq War. I have never seen anything like what I experienced in Los Angeles.
Back now in New York, I recall the small fireworks celebrations that occurred block by block. However, this beginning celebration seems a bit different. They seem to be a precursor to a larger cathartic, primal event. The fourth of July is going to undoubtedly huge this year. How can it not? Freedom tastes even sweeter this year. Fireworks will represent a variety of emotions and dreams to people. Surviving. Trying to get things ramped up again. Trying to thrive.
The fireworks display will be bittersweet. But I am mightily looking forward to seeing them. I don’t care if my neighbors decide to just light the firecrackers till the crack of dawn.