We had a wonderful time at Lolly’s on the 4th. I’ve been a lazy daisy today and haven’t uploaded the photos to my computer yet but I’ll have them in a day or two.
While writing my Independence Day post, I was reminded of a 4th of July a few years ago.
We were visiting Mom and Daddy at the lake. Daughter #1 wasn’t with us and Daughter #2 had brought along a friend. The kids really wanted to see some fireworks so we inquired where the closest place would be. Mom made a few phone calls and then with precise directions in hand (Mom was the best at giving directions to anywhere) we were off to Micanopy.
Have you ever seen the movie, Doc Hollywood with Michael J. Fox? If you’re not familiar with Micanopy, it was the location for that movie. It’s a beautiful little old Florida town. We parked a few blocks from the park where the fireworks were being presented. We carried our lawn chairs and were happy to find a place right up front at the fence of the baseball diamond.
My Harley Stud immediately commented that if we were able to sit “that close” to the actual display, how explosive could they be? He’s a smart cookie, that MHS, I tell ya.
Just as we settled into our chairs, and brought out some snacks, a truck backed into the spot right behind us. It will filled with kids. They all piled out of the truck and into the bed and settled in for the big show.
The sun finally set and before long we witnessed the first pop. Not a BOOM, mind you. More like a pop. We smiled remembering what MHS had said earlier. The show continued. It wasn’t very exciting. There wasn’t much to ooooo and ahhhhh about
and no music. But we laughed and enjoyed ourselves as we made fun of these very lame fireworks. (If you are from Micanopy or the surrounding areas, please don’t be offended. I love your town but seriously, I’ve seen bigger displays put out by the kids across the street.)
With each pop and spark, we laughed ourselves silly as it became one of those situations where it was so ridiculous that you had to laugh. But there was a another situation developing in our midst that was hard to ignore.
A little boy in the back of the pickup sitting directly behind us was not happy with the show. With each explosion (and I use the term loosely) he would cry out. It went something like this:
“Oh God, can’t we just go hoooooooome!”
“I can’t take it!”
“I waaaannnnt to go hooooooommme!”
It became quite comical to us and we couldn’t help ourselves but to laugh even more when you added the sound effects show in the background to the “Fireworks Lite” in the foreground. Finally we had just about as much fun for one night as we could take. We agreed to skip the “grand finale” and go buy some sparklers at the 7-11 and head back to the lake.
As we gathered up our bags and the chairs, we heard this:
“Oh Gawwwwwwd. I just want to go hooooooommmmme. Why can’t we go hoooooommmmme?” And then accusingly: “THEY’RE GOING HOOOOMMMME! Why can’t we just go hooooooommmmme? “
If you’re ever in the area, I highly recommend taking a trip to the historical town of Micanopy. It has the cutest ice cream shop and wonderful antique stores. There is a bed and breakfast there where we once witnessed a military wedding ceremony on the lawn. It was one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever experienced.
Just skip the fireworks. *wink*
***Note to the little boy and his parents***
We apologize for our insensitivity to your discomfort. It couldn’t have been an easy night for any of you. We feel really badly that we couldn’t stop giggling. It was just so darn funny.