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The ending was a bit ragged because I’d mismeasured some fuses, but my sons didn’t mind. After lighting the finale fuses, the boys had raced back to the spectator area to sit with their friends who raved that they’d never seen anything so awesome in their lives.
The cheers and applause ended, and I was chatting with my buddy who had operated the video camera when I turned in surprise to see my sons running toward me. They bowled me over in a sort of half-hug, half-tackle, and we tumbled together to the ground in a triumphant embrace.
Vindication was complete.
SINCE THEN, our fireworks shows have been scaled down a good bit, and in response to legal concerns, we’ve relocated the annual event to Alabama, where it’s all perfectly legit.
So now I’m spending two days sweating and cussing in the Alabama sun, putting together the lakeside show that will light the night this Fourth of July.
My wife complains about the expense, but I look at this way: Nine cases of fireworks? About $600. Four hundred feet of fuse? About $60.
One day of being the most awesome Dad in the world? Priceless.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?