I'm not sure if there's such a thing as an Independence Day Grinch, but I'm very close to being one.
The 4th of July is a holiday that in its simplest form is meant to celebrate the historical aspects of independence. But like most holidays it has evolved into something else. For some, it's all about long weekends and family time, and getting out and enjoying Summer. For others, it's a chance to kick up their heels a little with parties and fireworks.
For about a zillion years, the Boston Pops has presented Independence Day extravaganzas — extended concerts and spectacular celebrations that have also become a regular TV event. It's always an enjoyable musical treat and one that never fails to stir the emotions, especially when they perform their traditional show-stopper, Sousa's "Stars And Stripes Forever."
But it's also about then that I turn into the Independence Day Grinch, because some of our neighbors get a little carried away with the fireworks. I can handle the annoyingly repetitive reports of the 
firecrackers, but I do worry when they set off rockets — especially if the weather has been dry. Brush fires are a real danger and even if we dodge that bullet, who wants fiery rockets coming down on their roof? Grumble, grumble, grumble . . . well, you get the idea.
Of course, I wasn't always a Grinch. When I was a kid it wasn't nearly as easy to get fireworks for personal use and that somehow made it extra fun. I lived in a state that didn't allow them, but when we'd go visit my maternal grandparents we crossed the state line and things changed. My young uncle (the subject of a recent post) and I would jump into his jalopy and drive to a nearby small town, where fireworks were openly and legally sold in several places.
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