The fireworks have passed, thank you thank you thank you. Sitting through Independence Day celebrations with two noise-sensitive dogs is no picnic. We snuffed most of the din with amped TV volume. But at nine last night the big guns came out. Boom! Bam! Flash! Sizzle, sizzle. I gritted my teeth until the last explosive popped around eleven-thirty. Ella and Hobbit settled down and I turned off the lights.
As my head hit the pillow, my annoyance ebbed and I thought about the privileges I shared with fellow Americans, including the freedom to read and write whatever moved me. It’s hard not to take that for granted and even harder to imagine the restrictions others suffer that we don’t. I fell asleep feeling blessed.
