Tuesday, July 05, 2016

Fireworks in the Sky: The Trip Home

By Douglas V. Gibbs
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Unexpectedly, we wound up on the road last night while everyone was out enjoying Fourth of July fireworks celebrations.  My wife and I departed, with our daughter-in-law and grandson in the backseat, at 6:41 pm, before the celebrations began.  We knew we would never be back in time to enjoy a show for ourselves.  We had been invited to spend Independence Day's night of fireworks in a backyard near a lake in the neighboring city of Temecula.  The Ronald Reagan Sports Park was going to have a display.  The friends who had invited us are active in my Constitution Association and Constitution Classes.  It was going to be a fun affair with a number of patriots all together to watch a fireworks display.  The invite-list was likely quite extensive.  Then, we were conscripted to take the pair in the back of our care to the LAX airport since other potential vehicles were suddenly acting up and were not so reliable.

My wife looks forward to the opportunity to spend time with me, since my busy schedule as a public speaker regarding the U.S. Constitution keeps me so busy.  Even the dog barks at me when I walk in the house, as he tries to figure out who the stranger in the doorway is.

It took about two hours to reach LAX, find the terminal, hug and drop off the pair we won't see for about two weeks, and then get back on Interstate 105 to head east again to our home in Murrieta.  It was 8:41 pm when we got on the freeway, and there were dozens, too many to count, fireworks celebrations going on.  I opened the moon roof and we enjoyed the blasts and pops as we escaped Los Angeles.

As the celebrations came to a close, new ones began popping up at 9:00 pm, and it seemed like there were even more.  I wondered what it must look like from above.  In all directions we could see the displays, rocking and popping.  Sparkling ones, colorful ones, multiple blasts.

Along the 91 Freeway the blasts were even more colorful and closer (including Knotts and Disneyland).  Orange County's celebrations were even more numerous than LA's!

Then we departed from Orange County and entered Riverside County.  Corona was ahead, as was I-15 South, which leads home.  The hour was late, and the celebrations in Riverside County had come to an end, so there were no more to see.  An occasional brightening of the sky erupted behind us, but ahead there was darkness and traffic.  The cities in Riverside County are larger geographically, and the populations are more spread out.  I figured the reality of the open space in Riverside County, and the lateness of the hour, contributed to the absence of fireworks.

And then, suddenly one bright blast.  Red, blue, green and white, to our right, with one last exuberant goodbye.

It popped nearby, and we could smell it through the open roof.

Then we bid the smokey skies of LA and Orange County farewell. . . until next year, when America celebrates its independence from tyranny once again.

-- Political Pistachio Conservative News and Commentary

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