A Father and Son who made me forget the Drunken Darwin Award Nominees

We’re now living in Washington state where–for the moment–fireworks are still sold openly and legally: big banging ones that fly up into the sky and spray metallic multicolored sparkles. I like professional fireworks shows but the amateur neighborhood sort gets on my nerves. Fire risk and the noise–and our pets hate them. The cats run and hide under the bed, at the ceiling-shaking bangs from the neighbors; the dogs huddle against us, shaking. So I was glad when they finally dwindled to a few lonesome bangs a little after midnight.

This morning, walking the dogs, saw a dad in his backyard with his young son, perhaps five at most. The boy wore ear protectors against the noise of firecrackers, and goggles. Dad was sending up some form of bottle rocket that warbled as it ascended–then it gave out a great concussive bang in a little cloud of smoke. The father made his son step back before the rocket was lit, and seemed quite careful about protecting the lad. The boy looked radiantly happy. Never was a boy more pleased to be taking part in something with his old man. I was touched by the whole thing, and the scene makes it possible for me to forget the drunks and Darwin Award nominees for awhile…

Tags: ,

Comments are closed.