"and i planted my dusty boots on the bumper and sat out on the hood, and looked up at the sky"
Terry is still employed (in Dorchester), not in jail, and not dead.
[redacted v. Holy Saturday]
Carolyn (and Stephen) had me over for dinner around 6pm. Carolyn and I went to watch the fireworks from the Longfellow Bridge. We got there around 8pm. The fireworks are scheduled to start around 10:30pm. Except neither of us had thought to actually check when the fireworks were actually scheduled to start. Oh well. (Also, there was a teaser round of fireworks around I think 9:50. I think right after the 1812 Overture.)
I an reminded of why I don't watch the fireworks from the Bridge every year, but it was nice to be with Carolyn for her first Boston Fireworks. And we got to see them reflected in the Hancock Building, too. (And being there early it was nice to just watch the water and the skyline in the pre-sunset light. Edit: And also the F-16s.) And at one point there was this kind of adorable little boy; during one really bright round of fireworks, he said, "It made it light! It made it morning!"
Also, I hadn't noticed in previous years, but we were really aware of how many people around us were speaking languages other than English (plus just generally it was far from being all white people). It seemed really appropriate for a celebration of America.