Now to be honest the last time I was this close to fire crackers (we were within 500 feet of the line of crackers on the Hudson on the Weehawken side of NJ- yes kids- we braved NJ…) was when I was a young lad for Queen’s day ( you need to be an Aussie or a Brit to understand this) and we’d explode one by one old rubbish bins to smithereens. To then watch this ensemble this close without some twit having his hand blown off (it’s a long story…) was pure joy.
Whilst the crackers went and the techno music unfolded with it (yes some of you wanted Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Born on the 4th of July) one couldn’t help but marvel at the expansive Manhattan skyline and wonder how as a collective we’d come this far, sought to define our independence and creative spirit. Not to get wet on you- it almost brought a smorgasbord of tears for this lad who over the years has come to hold an unwavering pride for what America is capable of and what it represents.
