I went down to Coors field for a Rockies game on the fourth - it seemed to last forever as they clobbered the Mets 15 to 3. After the game they let all of the folks in the cheap seats down onto the field to watch the fireworks. We weren't among them. Next year.
I've never seen so many folks turn cart-wheels. Something about getting on the soft grass, I guess.
The fireworks were some of the best I've ever seen.
Junes hates 'em. He greeted me at the door with his tail between his legs when I got home, then disappeared into the bathtub. That night he went to sleep in the closet, with his head ducked behind a full-length mirror.
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