Fireworks on the Fourth


 The little town where we live has a very active Lions Club.  Every Fourth of July they have a barbecue dinner and put on a fireworks show in conjunction with the Volunteer Fire Department.  They have done this time out of mind; except for the memories of Gary and his sister Gail, who say they believe the Lions Club started having their fireworks show back in the early 1980s.  

It has become an annual local staple; the Lions Club barbecue dinner and then the fireworks (according to locals, the quality of the dinner has declined from previous years; however I can't speak to that, having never partaken of it.).  People come from surrounding towns for the fireworks especially.  It's free and fun.

This year there was a race to get the fireworks completed before we were overtaken by a storm from the southeast.  There were dark clouds gradually overtaking us as we were sitting and waiting for the show to begin.  It was supposed to start at about 9:15 pm, but they started it ten minutes earlier, due to the fact that the lightning was getting closer.  They shot off fireworks for a good 35 minutes.  There at the last we got sprinkled on a couple of times and people started leaving early due to the weather predictions.  

We stayed til the last; the Grand Finale of fireworks going off to the north, whilst the lightning flashed and thundered to the south.  

It was lovely. But I sincerely hope next year the weather is more agreeable.

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