Rock On: A Little 4th of July story…

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There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.

Twenty years of fireworks over our home was what I was born to. Across the San Fernando Valley the Woodland Hills Golf Course was a private club that displayed colorful bangs and loud lights across the valley. We enjoyed these free fireworks close to over our home each year. Neighborhoods were tight and my whole family was together. BBQ, potato salad and sparklers at night highlighted the wild nature of the 4th of July during the 60s and 70s of my life. Watermelons soaked with booze were ready and waiting and the German Telefunken radio was put on a bar stool outside. The music blurred all day along with the bang-bang from our mini canon gun. It was a day of constant motion and movement and trills of youth. There was a constant hum in the air during the day and yells and screams at night.

The many phases of life are like a bell curve. This was an on the top and a great part of life. Now with Mom and Dad gone this 4th is especially a time of grieving for what once was. Ya, the low part of the bell curve. Yet, I know times will change again, when my kids grow up and the family grows.

Dad dancing outside to music… was one of those times life seemed endlessly youthful… ya we were all dancing to Suzi Quatro..

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