We spent the fourth at my mom and Mac's house on Bass lake with my step-brother Eddie and his wife Sherry and their four boys. They had a lot of friends and some other family around. The neighbors and our large group had a potluck and a huge amount of amazing fireworks. My favorite firework was called, "Life's a Beach." It looked particularly brilliant over the lake. The neighbors on the other side of the fence however had one that I thought should be called, "Life's a Machine Gun." I suppose that's the sort of thing fireworks are intended to mimic so I really can't complain. I usually don't appreciate fireworks as they are scary and smoky and wasteful, but I really did enjoy them this time. Perhaps it helps to drink yourself silly first.