Fireworks

Times New Roman now. I'm experimenting.

I did absolutely nothing until about 1940. I knew I ought to be doing something, but I couldn't think of anything in particular. So I just sat around. And lay around. And that kind of stuff.
-But what happened at 1940 was, Mom and Micah and I went off downtown to go see the WEBN Labor Day Fireworks. It's a huge annual event. It's covered by a local news channel, staged on the Ohio River (the fireworks are shot off a barge), and costs probably a million dollars. Or more. And it's awesome.
We parked in a crummy kind of parking space, and waited for things to start at 2105. ('Cause today's 9/05, get it? 9:05 on 9/05?) They hyped things for a few minutes, a deejay made a speech about the Rozzi Family of pyrotechnic engineers, and mentioned the soldiers in Iraq, and then they started things up.
-They shot off a huge beginning round. It brightened the sky. A few seconds later, the sound from it reached us. There's a huge time delay. They fired off more fireworks. Bigger and bigger, in every color of the rainbow. Red, White, Blue, Purple, Orange, Green. There were little paisley type ones, and ones that were like cannons firing off the ground. It's like being inside a 21-gun salute. WEBN played music to go with it, and the sound came at us two seconds late, and the fireworks kept on coming. Bigger and brighter, and brighter! The sky was filled with two giant white marigolds! And then any other kind of flower! Passiflora! Chrysanthemums! Then a waterfall!
-The song changed, and the fireworks changed with it, turning to fit the music perfectly. Two cymbal crashes would coincide with two giant purple fireworks exploding the night, and then American-Flag color ones, and then things got better and better and bigger! The grand finale was like something out of an intergalactic spacefight. They shot about fifty charges into the air at once, and the sky turned blue. They sent up their whole arsenal. The sound, delayed, knocked us over, and, from 0.4 miles away, activated car alarms. The reporter covering things in a helicopter was hurled into the ionosphere. The music reached a fever pitch. The earth shook. Cars exploded. Buildings toppled. The sky caught fire. Then, with a final thrill from the song on the radio, everything went black.

-The WEBN Labor Day Fireworks 2004-