![]() ![]() ![]() So instead, I lie on the couch and watch the nighttime explosions. Too many experiences as a boy watching my neighborhood friends running and crying after accidentally stepping on firecrackers or watching older teens crawling across the grass like soldiers in combat, tossing fireworks like grenades at each other. I like fireworks, but more at a distance. The night is often just an excuse for small clubs to charge a cover and for restaurants to rake in the money. Maybe if it were an opening act for Christmas, instead of a poor follow up for the best possible holiday. I’ve never been a big celebrator of that night anyway. A look, a wave, a “hi daddy” – just the name “daddy” can bring the tears. There are days of hope and strength interspersed with hopelessness and tears, often brought on by thoughts of my children. Entering into the new year brings a whole new dimension to the idea of “new year’s resolutions”, as well as dramatic clarity as to what must be overcome. ![]()
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