Coming Out of Left Field

Saturday, July 07, 2007

Fireworks on the Fourth

Boston's July 4th fireworks are famous, and my mother-in-law thought it might be fun to watch them from the Museum of Science roof. So she made reservations for her, my father-in-law, the wife and me, and the two sets of relatives who would be visiting from out of town.

As could be expected with any such event, things did not go exactly as planned. The weather was the first sign; the closer it got to the Fourth, the more talk of rain there was. It took a while to get food, umbrellas, blankets, and 12 people assembled and into vehicles. By the time all was organized, we were running a wee bit late, so we rushed off on what we thought would be the most direct route to the parking garage.

Except that, it being the Fourth, Memorial Drive was closed. This resulted in much fumbling and grumbling as an alternate route was pieced together, one turn at a time. But finally we arrived, located the garage and found a spot, then went to the museum ... though not without some standing around waiting for the other half of our group to show up outside the garage. Naturally, when we gave up and walked to the museum anyway, everyone else was there waiting for us.

At 5:30 p.m., we were allowed to go up the ramp of the museum's garage up onto the roof. We found a spot, spread our blankets and cushions, and put together some sandwiches. The museum brochure had said there'd be music and activities, but they unfortunately were geared towards people 12 and under, so there wasn't much to do besides huddle under the umbrellas, eat, talk and wait. Every so often the wife and I got up to stretch our legs and dispel some of the chill.

A couple of hours later, one of our nephews started to look pale and peaky. He hadn't been feeling well when his family arrived at the in-laws', it was getting nippy, and the rain showed no signs of letting up. So (to our unspoken relief) we made a strategic retreat back to the in-laws' house, got into our car, and drove back home. When the fireworks started (five hours after we arrived on the roof), we watched them from our snug, warm bed, and agreed that we had the best view.