Hot Dogs and Beauty

Well, we tried to watch the Marblehead fireworks last night...

We drove to Marblehead, thinking we'd park, then ride our bikes to Salem and eat hot dogs, but the skies were threatening. I suggested we instead drive to Salem, scarf dogs, and come back. Good plan, as the rain began falling. But weather be damned! If you like hot dogs--the good kind with the toasted buns and all kinds of toppings--get yourself to the Boston Hot Dog Company (yes, they're only in Salem, but why quibble?) and enjoy. Southern slaw dogs (chili and cole slaw)--yowza!

We returned to Marblehead and hauled our folding chairs a half-mile to Chandler Hovey Park, where we sat patiently in our thank-goodness-my-husband-packed-them rain ponchos, looking out at the fireworks barge in the water as the rain fell. The view was lovely--boats in the harbor bobbing in the inlet--and we were comfy and dry. I had a moment of sheer happiness at being with my famiy, enjoying the view, keeping warm.

At 8:15, some nice police officers walked through the park announcing that the fireworks company had called it on account of the weather--come back this Friday and try again. (We probably will.)

As we drove home, fireworks were going off in all directions from other towns that hadn't cancelled or postponed, so we still got a bit of a show.

All in all, a lovely evening.