As I was driving through Red Bank last night, I couldn’t help but see the fireworks and the throngs of people watching them. (No, really, I drove right through them!)
It was July 3 and there was not a seat in the house.
Fireworks are beautiful things, sparkly and loud. Glorifying, really.
The crowd thought so, too.
I couldn’t help but think . . . Fireworks don’t have an affiliation. I think fireworks are the only nonpartisan activity ever.
It doesn’t matter who is setting them off, so long as they know what they’re doing. It doesn’t matter who thought of the idea in the first place, so long as they thought it through. It doesn’t matter who “invented” fireworks, because they probably didn’t care about politics, anyway.
And it definitely doesn’t matter what “party” fireworks belong to, because that philosophy just doesn’t exist in the world of red, white and blue.
How absolutely perfect, then, that fireworks symbolize the Fourth of July. Independence Day.
A day when it didn’t matter what party you were from. Just a common goal.
Happy Fourth of July, everyone. The video above is a clip during Red bank’s finale. Listen for what an observer says during the applause.
I echo those sentiments heartily.