For July 4, Pam, our house guest and I drove to Sarasota Florida. Pam arranged for us to see fireworks from an exclusive waterfront club. It was strange going into a large mask less crowd but we kept our kn95s on for the duration. By the end of July COVID-19 cases had spiked up to 39,000 before they stared a slow decent in August 2022.
People packed in as tight as their lawn chairs would allow. We found a decent park bench to sit on which offered some social distancing due to the sidewalk in front of us. It had been pouring rain prior to the fireworks display so we weren’t sure they would even go off.
Last year we went to Saint Augustine to see the fireworks, because President Biden had said that we could celebrate the end of the pandemic. A year later he had COVID-19 and we were celebrating the same agonizing end. Everyone wished the pandemic was over but wishful thinking doesn’t end a pandemic.
Anyway, the fireworks were spectacular. Everyone stood as the grand crescendo of explosions climaxed. Americans love a good bang.