Fourth of July

The Fourth this year end­ed up being a very qui­et affair around our house. That’s a change from years past, as we usu­al­ly plan some­thing with friends and fam­i­ly. Last year, we went to see the Rich­mond Braves play down at the Dia­mond and the year before, we drove up to D.C. to see the con­cert and watch the fire­works on the nation­al mall. Both years we spent the day with Ange­la’s broth­er and his fam­i­ly. We had a great time, but those are some pret­ty large crowds and there’s a ton of traf­fic (I’ve actu­al­ly nev­er seen a larg­er crowd than D.C., and that’s real­ly is something).

This year, a cou­ple of our friends came down from PA for a few days. They came with some great news (a baby on the way). How­ev­er, work sched­ules had them leav­ing us in around lunchtime on Mon­day, so we had the whole after­noon to spend at home. Angela ate water­mel­on on the deck and we ate some left­over grilled mam­mals for din­ner. We spent the last part of the evening sit­ting in the dark of one of the upstairs bed­rooms just watch­ing the fire­works over the trees. We got the show from the base­ball sta­di­um and then anoth­er from Byrd Park, all from the same window.

I’m sure I could make some thin anal­o­gy to free­dom or inde­pen­dence, as I usu­al­ly tend towards doing, but I’ll save it. Just think about near com­plete silence, save for the occa­sion­al delayed pops in the dis­tance of some bright reds and greens. Then just turn­ing to the one you love and think­ing what a great hol­i­day it turned out to be.

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By Jason Coleman

Structural engineer and technical content manager Bentley Systems by day. Geeky father and husband all the rest of time.

1 comment

  1. Sounds fami­lar to my 4th of july night. I will try to call you all on Sunday.

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