I watched Fourth of July fireworks with a familiar mixture of shock and awe.
It's interesting to imagine the life of someone who chooses the military as a way to advance their singing career.
The penultimate song chosen to accompany the massive climax was Chicago's "25 or 6 to 4", not a standard patriotic number but it's darned American.
The President got to watch the proceedings from what I imagine is a soundproofed air-conditioned box that had a nice TV set to watch the fireworks on.
And just before the big bang, we got to hear a rousing version of Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'".
At last the ground-shaking, smoky dénouement arrived. I understand the data scientists who produce the Guinness Book of World Records will be determining whether this conflagration warrants a mention in their publication.
