The annual Mashpee town fireworks display happened last night, the first of the holiday weekend.
I picked up Bob and Emme on the way home from work, and we met up with my new next door neighbors, who left their quiet lifestyle in a Western suburb for the lively chaos that is a Cape Cod summer.
The kids passed the time by finding things to do in the playground at the town field, and with seven of us, we were able to commandeer the only table rather than sit on the ground.
They launch the fireworks from the Otis Air National Guard base. While there seemed to be little wind, Bob claimed he saw a tree ignite from an off-course firework, which to him was one of the high points of the night.
Bob sat on top of the rock climbing wall with a girl he remembered from second grade, a winsome redhead. He said the view was “awesome”.
Bob and Emme live in the opposite direction from the bulk of the traffic, so I got them home within 20 minutes.
The Mashpee police are experts at traffic control, and they did their usual good job of managing hundreds of cars over our tiny country roads.
This morning, we had a serious thunderstorm with yellow/pink lightning, another display in the sky and hopefully, a clearing of bad weather before the Fourth.