Fire=Independence

I spent the weekend in Atlantic City, and I didn’t win big, and returned to NYC in disgrace (or maybe just sunburned). When I got back last night I thought it was too late to make plans, but a few minutes later my roommate returned with some of her friends, saying they were going to go up to the roof of our building to watch the fireworks.

And what a way to see them. From the roof we could see fireworks happening all around, at 360-degrees. Little explosions dotted the horizon, closer ones screamed overhead. At 9:30 when the Macy’s-sponsored fireworks began, we could see all three shows (which were identical) happening simultaneously – on FDR drive, at the South St. seaport, and… on Staten Island? We couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter, because they were coordinated with each other, and out-of-sync with the smaller, more local, “unofficial” shows. When the sky really lit up we could see other people on other roofs around us, with sparklers, firecrackers, or just cheering. The show lasted about half an hour, and then we trooped back downstairs, where we were rocked to sleep by the sound of fire engine sirens and other emergency vehicles tearing down the road; the party may have ended at 10, but the celebration went on all night.

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