As I type this, a mere three days after the Fourth, there are bombs bursting in our neighborhood's air in the form of fireworks being set off nearby.
I repeat: July 4 was three days ago.
My guess is that it is the same individual that has been celebrating the nation's birthday for the last fortnight. (Also known as the past two weeks, for those who don't have a historian husband handy to ask such questions of.)
Yes, this is Pittsburgh, and if there's anything I have learned in our year of living here, it is that we 'Burghers have a THING for fireworks. As in, we love 'em and cannot get enough of them. Apparently, it is not unheard of for several towns to continue their fireworks extravaganzas well into a week past the Fourth and then some.
Good intentions, they were. However, on the actual 4th, I was still deeply immersed in Lauren Groff's latest novel, Arcadia (WHICH I LOVED) and despite a lazy day of us not doing much of anything, I didn't start America's Women until Friday. It doesn't seem to matter, though, because with these nightly fireworks going on, it's a fitting backdrop indeed.
I'm only about 20 pages into this right now and am already finding it fascinating reading. Who knew there were so many extraordinary colonial women - and I'm not talking the everyday names we all know. Collins brings to life the unsung heroines on these pages, even if the details of their lives and accomplishments are scant.
Our planned itinerary today with the in-laws and kids takes us to a patriotic place of heroes and heroines, a place where our real world stopped turning on a September day. If the weather holds out, we're taking a little road trip to the Flight 93 National Memorial. I had the opportunity to visit for the first time last fall (it is truly a moving experience, if you ever have the chance to go) but this will be the first for The Husband, his parents, and the kids.
The fireworks might have a different sound to them tonight. Let freedom ring, indeed.
|At the Flight 93 National Memorial|
Taken by me October 26, 2011
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