July 4th, 2010
Happy 4th of July y'all! Our "darling" of federal holidays that commemorates the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, makes note of that independence thing from the Kingdom of Great Britain and commonly associated with...
- (according to Wikipedia, the crème de la half and half of resources) parades, barbecues, carnivals, fairs, picnics, concerts, baseball games, political speeches and ceremonies, and various other public and private events celebrating the history, government, and traditions of the United States. Independence Day is the national day of the United States."
- a smallish Asian man winning a hot dog eating contest (and suffering debilitating symptoms of digestion trauma on July 5th.)
- a day that inspires the declaration of the most blissful of adjectives(nirvana...delight...psychotic) in regards to pyromaniacs with that impulse to deliberately start fires to relieve tension and induce feelings of gratification and relief. God bless 'em.
My instincts are urging me to segue to the pioneers of lovable explosives, the Grucci Fireworks Company. Headquartered in Brookhaven, New York, the five-generation, family-owned and operated company produces, designs and displays over 300 performances annually around the world.
They pride themselves in being the "Top Name in Fireworks in the World."
Interesting note, years ago, the Kabats were the leading name in fireworks. That was until my great great really great grandfather Mordechai Kabat sold his business to some misguided hoodlum yutes on the streets of Brooklyn. Why sell out? According to Kabat folklore, the elders wanted future generations to thrive in the New World by not losing limbs in freak warehouse accidents.
Mordechai, a real forward thinker. And an accordion savant.