Independence Day in Indiana involved a lot of watermelon, corn on the cob, and lighting off cheap fireworks in your driveway. My favorite cheap fireworks were the Dancing Butterflies.
The Dancing Butterflies begin with a modest shower of multi-colored sparks. Once the spray stops, it launches 4-6 sparking ground spinners that spin off erratically into your yard, the field across the street, your little brother, your mom's car, and/or the garbage bins.
I loved them because they were completely unpredictable; everytime you lit off a bundle of Dancing Butterflies, you never knew what was going to happen. And sometimes they set things on fire. Like the garbage bins.
So, as I sit now in my air-conditioned apartment in Los Angeles, I'm cracking open a can of Miller Lite in honor of Hoosier July 4ths past and raising a toast to the great state of Indiana and the freedom to send spinning balls of fire into your neighbor's lawn. Dancing Butterflies -- here's to you.
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