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How amusing that Matt mentions the merits of Boston's fireworks display. Last night, Gina and I were watching the Brian Wilson special on TNT and she was antsy because she was missing the fireworks, but couldn't really motivate herself to get up and actually go to them, as they're quite a walk away. So I said, "Let's just go", and so we went. And it was pleasant indeed.

I whistled most of the score of 1776, which was on yesterday (and Gina didn't complain, bless her soul) as we walked. We decided we need to walk more. The fireworks were very nice. Pretty spectacular, actually. Anyhow, during the display, after a nice bout of appreciative silence, Gina suddenly turned to me and said, "I wonder what Matt is doing tonight. I wonder if he's watching the fireworks."

As for myself, I was lost in the music in my head (mostly "Golden Dream (Theme from the American Pavilion)" in EPCOT), and

I had some trouble with the goodbye
I checked my roman candle supply
and watched the vapor trail in the sky

which, for reasons known to some, made me wistful. But in an okay way. Not bad.

We came back after and ate an assload of taco salad.

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