"Freedom
is nothing but a chance to be better."
(Albert
Camus)
Today we Americans celebrate our
nation’s birthday—236th to be exact.
It has held up well for its age.
There will be community parades, family gatherings, fireworks—the whole
nine yards. And, it is good that we take
the time to celebrate as it should cause us a moment to pause and remember
exactly what it is that we are celebrating—freedom.
I think that I am as patriotic as the
next person, but I have never really enjoyed celebrating Independence Day. It is too noisy of a holiday for me. Ever since I was a little kid I have had this
sort of “love/hate” relationship with July 4th. Primarily because of fireworks. My mother used to tell me that when watching
fireworks on the Fourth of July I would have a finger in my ear and one eye
closed—apparently I did not like the loud noise and bright flashes. I have out grown that habit—1998 was the last
year that I did that. Seems it was
embarrassing the family when we were at firework shows. Besides, at age of 40 it was time to start
acting like an adult—I got ear plugs and wore dark sunglasses.
I have never understood
fireworks. As a kid they scared me as I witnessed
their power to destroy things . . . I was always the kid who took to heart
those stories of kids blowing up their hands and losing fingers. I didn’t want to lose my hand or any of my
fingers and be called “Stubby” for the rest of my life. I just have never understood the fascination
in wanting to blow things up. Nor, did I
understand people wanting to spend hard earned money on purchasing fireworks—hundreds
of dollars-worth of fireworks. To me it
was just like taking a match to a hundred dollar bill, lighting it, and
watching it burn. I have never received
any joy or satisfaction from burning money.
Another story I fully bought into was
the one about burning down the neighborhood.
I can remember my mother telling me that I could not shoot off fireworks
because I might burn down the neighborhood.
After listening to some of my parents’ conversations about our neighbors
. . . well, I thought burning down the neighborhood might not be too bad of a
thing to do. Again, I took this warning
to heart. Even to this day, I take that
warning to heart. Throughout the years
that the kids were growing up and had their opportunities to shoot off
fireworks on July 4th, we always kept a bucket of water nearby and
the hose turned on. I did not want to be
known as the guy who burnt down the neighborhood no matter how much the
neighbors might have deserved it. It has
always been one of my fears with fireworks . . . catching something on fire . .
. burning down the house.
Especially this year. In Montana—and the rest of the western parts
of the United States—we are in the worse fire season that anyone can
remember. There have been hundreds of
thousands of acres of land charred—hundreds of homes and structures burned to
the ground—critters dying. The fire
index is off the charts. This happens
when there has been no moisture, the temperatures go up, humidity drops, and
the wind blows—perfect kindling for a fire.
Of all the fires that have taken place this year, over 80 percent of
them have been caused by humans who were careless –intentionally or
unintentionally. Many, but not all, of the
counties in Montana have in-acted a fire ban in which open fires and the
lighting of fireworks are banned until the fire index drops to a safe
level. It is just too easy to start a
fire and burn down a couple hundred acres.
Despite this ban it hasn’t slowed down a lot of people—the fireworks are
still fairly abundant. The
argument? What is the Fourth of July
without fireworks?
My reply: check out the twenty some
fires that have destroyed the land and lives of many Montanans in the past two
weeks. It is sad.
But, they are right. It is Independence Day and it should be
celebrated. After all, what our nation
is celebrating is freedom . . . independence . . . liberty . . . and
self-determination. Who cares about
anyone else? Go ahead, light that
firecracker. It just is not right. It is not right when our celebration does not
take into consideration our neighbors and others. It becomes selfish and self-indulgent to put
everyone at risk just because “we” can do it.
I really don’t think that is making things better for everyone . . .
except a few. That has nothing to do
with what is behind our celebration of Independence Day. In fact, I think it ignores everything that
we are celebrating—especially the idea that we are all for one, one for
all. We think about the good for
all. Who cares if have the country burns
down . . . we are celebrating Independence Day.
I guess if that make me unpatriotic,
then so be it. Go ahead and light the
fireworks—especially in our neck of Montana where we could easily go up with
one little spark—and enjoy the celebration.
Nothing might happen, but then again, everything could happen. I will walk down to the town’s parade, stroll
around the park, eat a hot dog or two, talk to people, listen to a little
music, and bask in the joy of the day with others who celebrate their
freedom. It won’t be as loud or flashy
as shooting off the fireworks, but I know that tomorrow everything will still
be standing. I’ll leave the ear plugs at
home, the sunglasses won’t be necessary, and my nerves will be a little less
frayed. I think that, too, is
patriotic.
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