The Steeners celebrated the Fourth of July in grand style this past weekend! First, we went up to the cabin in Franklin, Idaho. We were accompanied by Jess and Jon Shipley, Matt and Becky Shipley, their children, and legions of agitated mosquitoes. The mosquitoes notwithstanding, it was a great time, despite the fact that Robyn shredded a tire on the way up. I even managed to get a little studying in. Speaking of which, try your luck at the sample bar question to the right. The answer will be revealed the next time the Steeners post.
On Saturday, July 5th, Robyn and I went to Farmington to have a nice BBQ with all her Farmington friends. We stayed with Dick and Ann Cobb, whom I especially love visiting. A good time was had by all at the BBQ. The food was great and plentiful, and the company was pleasant. Several of us, including Robyn, played some basketball. The evening took a nearly deadly turn, however, after the sun went down.
Some people brought fireworks (the legal kind that don't shoot up, etc) and set them off to the delight of all, especially the children. I also brought my special illegal fireworks I purchased from an Indian (or, if you prefer, Native American) reservation outside of Las Vegas. I was counting down the days until I could try them out. After some deliberation, we decided to set off the rockets. So I set one in the grass as loosely as I could and lit the fuse. Unfortunately, the grass provided too much resistance and the rocket stayed in the ground and exploded at ground level with a deafening boom and a huge spray of deadly, yet beautiful sparks. Needless to say, I felt like an idiot. Many were prompted to ask who had invited me. So sorry to all of Robyn's friends and my apologies to your physically and emotionally scarred children.
A nameless and previously lovely child of one of Robyn's friends, who will ever associate the day of our nation's independence with terror and fear.