I love fireworks. The pretty kind that make colors in the night sky.

But once,  I loved blowing things up. It was all about the explosion.  Sad but true. 

My first memories of fireworks are from when I was very small.  In the back yard of our home in Terra Linda, California.  531 Wisteria Way, for the curious.  We set off fireworks for the 4th of July right there in the back yard.  My dad held the Roman Candles in his hand and swooshed them through the air to fling the flaming balls even higher...