Fireworks – A Look at Explosive Situations and Data

A Personal Account

The Fourth of July can be a fun time with great memories to be made. One of my fondest memories, not really, is a party I attended in 1997. It was the summer I had graduated from high school. It was time for warm weather in Western New York, a season of fun in the sun, graduation parties galore and time with friends and family.

It was early in the evening that July 4th. I had picked up a few of my girlfriends. The warm summer air kissed our skin as we opened the sunroof on my ’94 Dodge Shadow painted a custom diamond flake pearl, turned up the radio with connected bass tube and drove to the party. Girls just want to have fun, right! As we pulled up to the home where the party was being held there were a ton of people around. In the front yard, back yard and house friends were laughing and enjoying each other’s company and music. Most were gripping red plastic cups.

As we got out of my car, my friends and I approached a group at the front porch. As we greeted everyone the host asked if I would like a drink. Of course, I graciously accepted, at which time the host reached out to me and asked “Here, can you hold this for a minute?” I Continue Reading…