Happy July 4th

We are home, we are happy, we are all together!  We converged for the fireworks, and in honor of the reunion, I will post my video clip of the finale of last night's fireworks.  It was the first time I had ever seen the pyrotechnics from the ground- last year it rained, and we watched from inside - and we were actually looking DOWN on the display.  From above, they looked small.  From the 

ground, they are beautiful and amazing. 

  The best thing of all was that we were all there together.  That is the best thing about a Midwestern holiday- food, family and fireworks.  God Bless America!

Today a few girlfriends and I will do the Hinsdale 4th of July Craft show- I have done it since the kids were tots and I would ditch Steve.  One year I returned, and Joe Walsh was at the house, planning an epic parade with Steve.  They were both drinking in those days, but no amount of Jack Daniels and beer would induce Steve to decorate bikes with crepe paper and traipse about the neighborhood.  Joe was drinking wine, and I think he was a more whimsical soul.  Alas, the parade never materialized, to the boys' dismay. Once I mistakenly drove  into the Hinsdale parade, right behind the recycling float.  As the Eagles say, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.  So I drove the minivan to the end of the route, got out, and bought some crafts.    I think, even then, it was obvious that I was an outsider.  Today, perhaps my spangles will betray me, or the red white and blue dilly boppers, or the flag temporary tattoo.  I will report on any amazing new crafts, though Steve says I own one of every conceivable crap. He means craft, I am sure.

Tonight:  White Sox, more fireworks, more family and more food.  What a country!