The smell of corn on the cob cooking in the kitchen. Fresh cut watermelon. The repetitious pop-pop-pop..... poppity-pop-pop filling the air with a pungent blue-gray haze. The scraping of crushed ice against a metal canister filled with creamy richness has me drooling for shades of vanilla.
These memories top the list of reasons why I love the 4th of July! But nothing tops off a day of family, fun and fireworks like the explosions that resonate at dusk to the strains of the national anthem.
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air...