I am like a little kid when it comes to fireworks. I cannot help the foolish grin as they’re exploding across the sky. I especially like the ones that surprise me, those that look like nothing as they shoot up then take over my whole vision field as they burst colored flame.

I carried a book and a blanket the few blocks to the Willamette waterfront. The fireworks were set off from barges on both sides of the Hawthorne Bridge so there couldn’t have been a bad seat in the area. The people-watching was good too. I didn’t read much of the 1000+ pages of Didion I toted. With the Blues Fest jamming in the background, I scoped out my new city neighbors till dark then waited for the magic to begin.