Bombs Bursting in Air
I celebrated the Fourth of July as I have for the past several years, camping out on the Brooklyn Heights Promenade and watching the fireworks. It rained, but it was worth it.



Afterwards, I had the group back for cupcakes and cocktails at my place. One friend commented that my apartment was not the Hello Kitty shrine he expected. I don’t know if he was disappointed or relieved.
