Amish Fireworks

Those Amish know how to throw a party and we met our law-daughter, her husband and three year old for his first big fireworks. We sat in a lovely park with a great playground full of small running children. H's eyes sparkled with the joy of so many other people in his age group to run and climb with. Fortunately for H or unfortunately for us, we were slightly behind some trees for the lower part of the show. The show was so exciting and noisy for H that the screen was a good thing for him. He would sometimes curl behind a parent when he couldn't take anymore or hug in my lap, and at one point he was so tired from being up so late, that he said his eyes would not stay open. He and I slow-poked our way to our cars, me for my knees, him to be with me and we separated and tried to leave town, we were forced in the wrong direction, then were in a long line of traffic. Interesting in a thousand horse town, but finally on my way home and I forgot there was a speed trap, sudden and very enforced so for the first time in my 60 years, 45 of them driving, I got a speeding ticket in a place I know for what it is. Damn, did I feel stupid. I was thinking when he saw my spotless record he would merely warn me, but that is not why he sits there hours and hours a day raking in the money for the county. Oh well, I was speeding. It was way past midnight on a big Amish party night and I am sure the coffers are groaning with the money of tired folks trying to get home WAY PAST THEIR BEDTIME, but stone cold sober anyway. It was really fun except for the ticket.