Bandera style.
Warm evening, Hot dogs on the grill. Potato salad. Beans.
Drive into town to the golf course. One neighbor, two pickup trucks. Folding chairs in the truck beds. Parked close enough to pass the watermelon back and forth. Killing time with conversation until it’s dark enough. The whole field fills in with pickup trucks and lawn chairs. Sporadic fireworks; small town style. Big finish. Not completely sure when it’s done. A couple more go off.
We go home. Still fireworks on the horizon.
Perfect.
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