On the Fourth of July.
My family and I all trekked down to The River last night to watch the fireworks. That would be me, husband, four kids. The kids were in a good mood, all playing together.
We took the subway across town and then walked the rest of the way. There's lots of public art in town. This was a light sculpture, that changed color slowly.
The kids liked that too. It was hard to not be in a good mood. Out at night, lots of people all equally happy to be out walking along with you.
When we got to the river, we set up camp on one of the bridges that cross The River.
My husband very sensibly brought a chair. There were thousands of people out and, I swear, an equal number of police. I mean, I'm used to city police and I supose there was a big enough crown to justify the state police, but why was the National Guard there? And was that fly over by four Air Force jets decorative? Or something else? It made us a little nervous.
I took my son and Twin B off to search for ice cream, leaving the other three behind. We found an ice cream truck as well as the longest line to wait for ice cream I've ever seen. Half an hour later (really) we made our way back to the bridge only to discover why there was all the police.
It was to keep ME off the bridge. Okay, I guess it was to keep other people off the bridge too. Apparently, the bridge was not allowed to have any more people on it. Unfortunately for me (and the ice cream) I was on one side with half my family, and the other half of my family was still on the bridge. I tried to convince the police to let us through on the basis that I was just returning to the bridge, but no dice. So I handed off melting ice creams to my husband, got some jackets for the kids in exchange, and settled down to wait elsewhere.
Our town has the fireworks in two parts: a small display set to music at 10:00 and then a large display when NYC is done at 10:30 (that way the networks can show them both - or so I am told). After the small display, we were let back on the bridge. Hmmmm. Very suspicious. Were all the police expecting trouble at the first display? I think we will never know. And, of course, nothing bad did happen.
The fireworks were great. I love being close enough to feel them reverberate through my body and just fill the sky over my head. The kids were thrilled and declared it the best show we've seen. And my husband and I were very smug because earlier in the day we had driven down to The River and parked our car so we could drive home!