When I recall this summer, one of the things I will remember was the amount of time I spent with God. And the movies.

By the beginning of July I was toast after a long year a university educator. I had several weeks off, and I intended to sleep a lot and get time alone with God. I pretty much accomplished both.

I did have an agenda with the latter goal, I was seeking God’s leading on my life. What I learned at the end of many hours in the Bible and Christian books and prayer was that God was more interested in me seeking Him: period.

The flicks I watched tended to convince me of this, also.  I am drawn to biopics, and the one’s I have seen this year have centered on the failed lives of musicians, real and fictional.

Before the summer I had seen “Jersey Boys”, the life story  Frankie Valli. I wanted to see it because I had gone to the show in Las Vegas and wanted to see how the movie treated his life.

Both the play and the flick noted Valli’s messy life, although the former focused more on his music, which made it better in my view. The singer was involved with hoods and had a failed marriage. A later relationship ended when the woman decided she would always be second in his life to his career.

Despite his success, I walked out of “Jersey Boys” thinking how badly Valli’s personal life was in shambles, even at the end.

Another flick I saw this summer was a fictional treatment of a singer who is in a rocky relationship with a pop star, played by Adam Levine. In “Begin Again” Gretta (Keira Knightley) is a gifted songwriter, but one who doesn’t care so much about fame. However, she is discovered by Dan Mulligan (Mark Ruffalo), a down and out record producer who sees her perform a song impromptu in a small club in New York .

Dan is only there because he has gone on a bender after losing his job with an indie record label, one he helped start. Add this catastrophe to his failed marriage and non-relationship with his 14-year old daughter Violet, and it is obvious that Dan’s life is in the toilet.

Gretta is in the pub for similar reasons. She has just moved in with her fellow British pal Steve because she has walked out on her budding rock star boyfriend Dave Kohl (played by pop sensation Adam Levine). The insightful lyricist has just figured out that her boyfriend cheated on her after he plays her a new song which has infidelity as a theme.

Gretta is at first reluctant to perform at the club or anywhere else. She is pushed on to the stage by Steve and when Dan attempts to convince her to let him produce an album for her, the best she can say is that she will think about it.

However, Gretta calls Dave the next day and agrees to come under his wing. What happens next is nothing short of brilliant. Dave and Gretta’s plan for their collaboration is extremely creative.

Their imagination and use of their talents are what makes the story in “Begin Again”. From their vision comes a new life for them and for several other characters in the film.

“Begin Again” will inspire those who find themselves at a crossroads to use their talents and ingenuity to take the next step when their lives are shattered.. Dave and Gretta’s original thinking is a model for people who need to find a way to pull themselves out of the slough of despond.

Finally, there was the movie about the life of “The Godfather of Soul”, James Brown. “Get On Up” reveals the harsh nature of Brown’s upbringing and how it influenced his approach to life. The singer, born in 1933, was the son of a 16-year old mother and a barely adult father. The film shows the violence and immorality surrounding Brown in his youth. His mother eventually left the family and moved to New York. His father is portrayed as an abusive husband and parent. The movie shows Brown spent part of his childhood growing up in a brothel.

I felt sad for James Brown after walking out of this flick. It is said that it is lonely at the top and “Get on Up” emphasizes how true that was for him. His only true friend was singer Bobby Byrd, who helped Brown get into music. As Byrd’s role in their singing group diminishes and Brown’s shines, their relationship in the film becomes more like one between a boss and a subordinate.

Great men and geniuses like Brown seem to have a certain arrogance that drives others way. As the story in “Get On Up” develops, Brown grows more and more authoritarian and tyrannical in his personal and business life. The end result is that he alienates just about everyone around him.

Even as a famous entertainer, Brown can’t seem to avoid jail time. He ends up in the pokey after firing a rifle at one of his business enterprises and leading police on a high speed chase.

Valli, Brown, the fictional Gretta and her producer Dan inspired me to reflect on my own losses. By July I had no strength left and was trying to figure out how to maintain my health with changing insurance rules. In many areas I felt hemmed in. I couldn’t move. I felt I was growing old. I felt alone and abandoned.

The one common denominator in the terrible lives of all these musicians was that they did not have God in their lives. My discovery while doing all the reading and praying was that I did not need direction from God. I needed Him. I needed to give Him my life.

I had supposedly done that in the past–many times over. But this time when I decided to quit trying to manipulate my circumstances and let God do what He wanted to do, I really meant it. 

I was hoping for great miracles and a change of environment. None of that has happened. What HAS happened is that I have more joy in just knowing God every day and trusting Him.

One of the authors I focused on this summer was Henri Nouwen. He wrote, “Your search for communion often takes place too far from where true communion can be found. Still, communion is your authentic desire and it will be given to you. But you have to dare to stop seeking gifts and favors like a petulant chhild and trust that your deepest longing will be fulfilled. Dare to lose your life and you will find it.Trust in Jesus’s words.” 

I am trying to do that minute by minute.

After all the searching for God’s leading I was led to the simplicity of believing that God exists and that he rewards those who seek Him. Just as simple is my understanding that I know God loves me and that I can trust in that love.

 My prayer at the end of the summer was Nouwen’s:

“Dear God, I so much want to be in control. I want to be the master of my own destiny. Still I know that you are saying ‘Let me take you by the hand and lead you. Accept my love and trust that where I will bring you, the deepest desires of your heart will be fulfilled.’ Lord, open my hands to receive your gift of love. Amen.”

 

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Movie Review: Chadwick Boseman Elevates “Get On Up”

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CHADWICK BOSEMAN PORTRAYS THE SURLY JAMES BROWN

My hometown of Baltimore was a hotbed of soul music back in the day. As a result, I grew to enjoy groups like The Four Tops and The Temptations. For some reason, I never really got into James Brown. I think his style was a little too edgy for me. 

The newly released biopic “Get On Up” captures the roughness of “The Godfather of Soul.” Credit for this tense portrayal of Brown goes to Chadwick Boseman, who I had never seen before since I missed him play Jackie Robinson in “42”.

Boseman is superb. His characterization exaggerates Brown’s raspy speaking voice and irascible nature and adroitly performs his funky dance moves, including groin endangering splits. Brown created his own choreography, so Boseman had a challenging task in replicating his footwork and other motions.

He told Yahoo News that he wasn’t sure he was right for the role, including the physical part, especially having just come off of playing the more phlegmatic Jackie Robinson. However, after some coaching and viewing his own screen test, he decided to give the character a try.

“Get On Up” reveals the harsh nature of Brown’s upbringing and how it influenced his approach to life. The singer, born in 1933, was the son of a 16-year old mother and a barely adult father. The film shows the violence and immorality surrounding Brown in his youth. His mother eventually left the family and moved to New York. His father is portrayed as an abusive husband and parent. The movie shows Brown spent part of his childhood growing up in a brothel.

I felt sad for James Brown after walking out of this flick. It is said that it is lonely at the top and “Get on Up” emphasizes how true that was for him. His only true friend was singer Bobby Byrd, who helped Brown get into music. As Byrd’s role in their singing group diminishes and Brown’s shines, their relationship in the film becomes more like one between a boss and a subordinate.

Great men and geniuses like Brown seem to have a certain arrogance that drives others way. As the story in “Get On Up” develops, Brown grows more and more authoritarian and tyrannical in his personal and business life. The end result is that he alienates just about everyone around him.

Brown’s life as shown in the film is also a narrative on race relations in the 20th century. In one scene, a couple visiting New Orleans refuses to swim in the hotel pool where the young Brown’s entourage is cavorting, noting that they paid a lot of money and were not going to swim with “niggers”. In a much later scene, the successful Brown comments to Byrd that they have come a long way, pointing out that a white man had just cleaned his friend’s pool.

The singer’s manager, played by old favorite Dan Ackroyd, also contributes to the racial theme. While discussing social justice on a plane with Brown, he reflects on how he as a Jew has collaborated to make a black man rich.

The story itself is not the strength of “Get on Up”, partly because the constant jumping around to different points in Brown’s life and back creates confusion. What makes the movie, in addition to Boseman’s performance, is the music and costuming.

The voice of James Brown is actually used in much of the film to reenact singing performances. Boseman described his musical role to Yahoo News as “singing underneath” Brown’s voice” as opposed to lyp syncing.

The evolution of the singer’s dress and hair is all part of the film’s ambience. Boseman through the work of designer Sharen Davis is attired in blue formal wear, a gold jump suit and even a fur coat. He sports a conk and wavy long hair.

The soul music is what attracted me to “Get On Up”. Boseman’s portrait of James Brown’s role in its development makes me want to look more into the man’s music.

When a film not only entertains you but also moves you to action, what more can you ask of it?

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Movie Review: Keira Knightley Surprises in “Begin Again”

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I have never been a fan of Keira Knightley. It could be that I am just not that into her because of the movies she does. For example, she was nominated for an Oscar in her role in the 2005 version of “Pride and Prejudice”. But Jane Austen is not my thing.

I did like “Pirates of the Caribbean”, but I didn’t think she was particularly good in that flick. In any case, Johnny Depp stole the show in that film.

But it has been at least a decade since I have seen Knightley. After viewing “Begin Again” I can honestly say I was wrong about her. Either she has grown as an artist , or I just didn’t appreciate her work in “Pirates of the Caribbean.”

Frankly, Knightley is fantastic in “Begin Again”. However, it’s not her acting so much that got my attention. Knightley is very photogenic, but it is her musical ability that caught my eye. I think Knightley missed her calling.

I agree with critic Jim Judy, who found the music in the film to be unremarkable, but Knightley’s singing voice “lovely.” I had no idea she could sing like she does in this film.

She plays Gretta, a young woman who is a gifted songwriter, but one who doesn’t care so much about fame. However, she is discovered by Dan Mulligan (Mark Ruffalo), a down and out record producer who sees her perform a song impromptu in a small club in New York .

Dan is only there because he has gone on a bender after losing his job with an indie record label, one he helped start. Add this catastrophe to his failed marriage and non-relationship with his 14-year old daughter Violet, and it is obvious that Dan’s life is in the toilet.

Gretta is in the pub for similar reasons. She has just moved in with her fellow British pal Steve because she has walked out on her budding rock star boyfriend Dave Kohl (played by pop sensation Adam Levine). The insightful lyricist has just figured out that her boyfriend cheated on her after he plays her a new song which has infidelity as a theme.

Gretta is at first reluctant to perform at the club or anywhere else. She is pushed on to the stage by Steve and when Dan attempts to convince her to let him produce an album for her, the best she can say is that she will think about it.

However, Gretta calls Dave the next day and agrees to come under his wing. What happens next is nothing short of brilliant. Dave and Gretta’s plan for their collaboration is extremely creative.

Their imagination and use of their talents are what makes the story in “Begin Again”. From their vision comes a new life for them and for several other characters in the film.

“Begin Again” will inspire those who find themselves at a crossroads to use their talents and ingenuity to take the next step. Dave and Gretta’s original thinking is a model for people who need to find a way to pull themselves out of the slough of despond.

As noted above, Knightley’s singing, screen presence, and dare I also say—acting–is worth the price of admission. In fact, although I love Adam Levine, she outshines him in “Begin Again”, including musically. Perhaps this is because the songs written for the film were more in line with her character’s ballad style than Levine’s top 40 genre.

Critics have come down hard on “Begin Again” for its profanity, but surprisingly I did not find it distracting. I was also glad, and frankly surprised, that the writers did not have the 40-something Ruffalo begin a romantic affair with the under 30 Knightley.

Dan and Gretta do become quite close, but their relationship is platonic and of the mentor to protégé kind. Indeed, I think the movie would have been ruined for me if the script had led into a sexual tryst between the two.

Without the f-bombs and booze, “Begin Again” could have been a family flick, one that moves people to seek redemption instead of giving up. For this reason, for adults it’s worth seeing.

And if Keira Knightley ever tires of acting, she has a future in music.

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Adventures in Obamacare

I knew that one day Obamacare would show up and bite me. Today was the day.

I am in the process of transferring my medical care to another state. So far, the only thing I could possibly blame on the Affordable Care Act was that it took me three months to get a medical appointment with a primary care physician once I applied. And yes, I had to apply to the medical practice to even be accepted as a patient.

My first appointment was with a nice young fellow in his last year as an intern. I explained all my little medical history and we discussed my referral and prescription needs. I was particularly concerned with continuing to receive a certain medicine crucial to my health, one which I have been receiving at no cost from Novartis, a large pharmaceutical company. My previous doctor set me up with them and I have been getting these pills each month for several years.

My current prescription from the last doctor expires in about three weeks, and it appears that getting  a new one would not be a problem. Thus, I figured my place with Novartis was secure. I was wrong.

Today  I called Novartis to order my monthly supply and was told that my account had been suspended because I now had to apply for coverage with Medicaid under the rules of the Affordable Care Act. The woman I spoke with initially told me that the current state I live in has expanded its Medicaid coverage and thus was considered the primary provider of my meds.

What complicates my case is that I technically am not a resident of the state I live in. I moved here for work. My permanent domicile is in my previous state, which does not have this “expanded” coverage. This is noted on my pay statements from my employer. Even so, I was told I needed to apply for Medicaid in my current state and get a rejection letter. End of story. “No meds for you”, ala Seinfeld’s Soup Nazi, was the message I got. I even pulled the “lawyer” card, but to no avail. “If you are going to ‘chapter and verse’ me on the law, and this is YOUR interpretation, I guess I need a lawyer to come after you guys.” Didn’t work. I also complained that Novartis suspended me and didn’t even tell me about it.

Since I have a short supply left and this medicine is very necessary, I decided that I was not going to go away quietly. I asked to speak with a boss. I got the same story, except after some mild ranting about Obamacare and my short supply of meds, the woman agreed to give me another 30 day supply. I wasn’t satisfied. “I want to speak to YOUR boss,” I said.

Knowing I would get nowhere speaking to a higher up, I took my current antagonists’ advice and just took what I could get and allowed myself to be transferred to some place called “Inventive.” Before the transfer I asked who these people are. “‘They’ll help you apply for Medicaid,” said Amber, my polite supervisor at Novartis. “Fine,” I said. “But WHO are they?,” I repeated. Amber told me they were a “part of Novartis.”

After arranging for final delivery of meds, I was transferred to a very nice man named Jason at “Inventive”. He asked me how he could help me and I gave him the background.  After some communicating back and forth I learned that Novartis could not just cut me off while my case was pending. We agreed that I should apply both to my health insurer and my current state Medicaid for coverage and procure denial letters to prove if necessary to Novartis that I had to pay for my pills out of pocket if they did not do so.

“But that first woman at Novartis was just going to let me go without my meds and didn’t tell me any of this,” I said to Jason.

“She didn’t take ownership of the call,” he said. Jason also expressed annoyance at how Novartis was treating me. He told me to call him if I needed anything on my case. In the end, other the console me, the only thing Jason did for me, however, was to provide me toll free numbers to the two states’ Medicaid offices.

So now I have to probably spend a bunch of time at the social services office applying for Medicaid I am sure I am not even eligible for. The supply of my extremely necessary medicine is at risk, and thus potentially also my health.

Many thanks to the American people for voting the current administration into office–twice. I also want to thank Congress for their support of the Affordable Care Act, also. You like me. You really like me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Movie review: “Snowpiercer” is uniquely post apocalyptic

 

 

The post apocalyptic humans at in "Snowpiercer" are definitely a strange bunch.

The post apocalyptic humans at in “Snowpiercer” are definitely a strange bunch.

I’m not exactly sure why I chose to see “Snowpiercer” as my matinee show today. I think it was a rebellion against the hype over the “Planet of the Ape” series. The latest film of that monkey business is the hot thing in the theatres right now.

My movie choices sometimes are similar to my voting patterns: there have been elections where I held my nose and voted. I wouldn’t describe the process that went into my opting for “Snowpiercer” over “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes” as similar to the one I have used to pull a lever for a politician, but  I really wasn’t dying to see either film. I just needed some cinematic entertainment of any kind.

Ironically, my contra-methodology resulted in my viewing a movie in which the main character is an anti-hero.  The story centers on Curtis, the leader of a revolt of passengers on a post-apocalyptic train called the “Snowpiercer”.

The train’s moniker comes from our dear Earth’s environmental woes following a misguided attempt by world leaders to combat global warming. After they seed the atmosphere with an agent meant to lower the Earth’s temperature to tolerable levels, the planet is plunged into an extreme Ice Age.

This epoch event is the equivalent of the Great Flood of Noah, and the viewer is told that all life has become extinct. The only life that has survived the deep freeze is those humans and vermin present on the “Snowpiercer.”

The train is the brain child of a mysterious person named Wilford, whose name for some reason brings to my mind Willy Wonka. Indeed,  the characters in “Snowpiercer” are at times as bizarre as he is. But that should be expected in a film about a world that has experienced Armageddon, albeit one involving extreme contrasts to fire and brimstone.

“Snowpiercer” is a little like  “Mad Max”, except the setting takes place in metal containers speeding around a frozen globe. It definitely isn’t similar to the Tom Hanks vehicle “Polar Expess”, which is a mystical Christmas movie. The spirituality of “Snowpiercer” is that of an icy hell.

Wilford is the Wizard of Oz. We don’t see him but we know he’s on board because his representatives refer to him as the merciful and all-knowing engineer.

Of course, Wilford is at the front running the train, which has a distinct caste system. In “Snowpiercer” the focus is not on elites like Wilford, however. It is on the lowest caste: the people who inhabit the squalor in the rear compartments.

It is these unfortunates whom Curtis leads in rebellion.  He is reluctant to take on this mantle of leadership, but he is egged on by an old man named Gilliam who fills the role of wise man for the train tail enders, and by his own second in command Edgar.

It is obvious that Gilliam means for Curtis to not only lead these tag alongs, but to take over the command of  the entire train. To do this they must overpower armed guards and Wilford’s visible managers in order to advance to the front.

Wilford’s henchmen aren’t men at all. They’re  women. These include Minister Mason, a squirrelly looking old bag who makes Lily Tomlin’s operator character Ernestine seem attractive in comparison, and  a younger female named Claude, a personal assistant to Wilford.

The storyline of “Snowpiercer” is an odd journey through each car of the long train as the rebels seek to advance. We’re not sure at the beginning  of the film what lies ahead of the tail section. The opening of each gate by a security expert is a little like the old game show “Let’s Make a Deal”. Finding out what is behind the next door does add intrigue.

The current leadership of the “Snowpiercer” don’t give up without a fight though. The ideology prevents it.

Minister Mason notes that there is a definite pecking order. She says to the people in the rear, “I am the hat. You’re shoes. I am the head. You’re feet. This is so. The original order was defined by our tickets. Class: first, second and riders like you.”

Minister Mason makes it clear that she thinks they are lucky to even be aboard,  and that all worship and praise should go to the all-knowing and merciful Wilford.

However, the folks at the end of the train aren’t so grateful.  After 18 years of  being housed in an overcrowded windowless area that is more like a submarine than a train, and eating nothing but some dark, square biscuits, the people have had enough. Thus, there is the rebellion and those in the rear are like Dorothy and her companions, off to see the wonderful Wizard of Oz, except their intentions toward Wilford are malicious.

One of the reasons I thought I would want to see this flick is that Roger Ebert described the visuals in “Snowpiercer” as stunning. I couldn’t help but think of them as computer generated, however.  As a result,I did not have the same response to the snowy scenes as Ebert. They did, though, make me miss the frozen countryside  of the Nordic country I once lived in.

“Snowpiercer” also appealed to me because I have always loved trains. I am not sure I would want to be a passenger on the one featured in this noire film.

A combined Korean and American production, the director is Korean Bong Joon-ho. The Wikipedia account of him says he pushes boundaries and that his stories are an emotional roller coater ride.

“Snowpiercer” is definitely edgy. It is “Road Warriors” set in “Day After Tomorrow”.

Yet, I was not moved emotionally either way. There is just too much violence and profanity. If there was any movement at all in my feelings during the film, it was downward because of its darkness.

Furthermore, I was a little confused by the plot.  I think this might  have been because of the cross cultural aspects of the movie’s production. The Korean Bong was inspired to film “Snowpiercer” with the Americans after reading the French graphic novel “Le Transperceneige”.

I suppose like any good story some things are left to the viewer’s interpretation. Even so, I left “Snowpiercer” wondering if I understood the story.

Being a good American,  I did go looking for  a message from “Snowpiercer”, whether I was supposed to or not. To me the lesson of the film  is to be wary of leadership.

The world of this flick ends up in the shape it is in because of idiotic decisions. Furthermore, the people running the train belong in an insane asylum, not in leadership. Lastly, revolutions sound nice, but before manning the barricades it is always a good idea to think about whether the leaders of the rebellion are any better than those they seek to replace.

The producers of “Snowpiercer” may not have led us into a movie making breakthrough, but  I think “Snowpiercer” is unique in some ways. It  will probably gain a following, especially among those who like stories involving humans trying to manage in a collapsed society at the end of the world.

 

 

 

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Bus Drivers Are Only Human

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Bus drivers are like the rest of us. Some are happy; some are less so; others are just automatons.

They are like, as Forrest Gump noted, a box of chocolates. You never know what you are going to get. For example, today I hopped a bus at the local university and a female driver I rarely see glared at me. I showed my faculty ID, which gets me around town for free, and moved on to a seat.

After living in this town for almost a year, most of the drivers know me. I am like a bank customer for whom the teller writes on the check “KTM” (Known to Me). No ID is necessary, nor is coin.

During the school year I was picked up religiously by the same driver. He is a quite friendly man. He is also on time, something which is not true of many of the drivers here. Wednesdays someone else drove, and they invariably were late.

In fact, one particular driver who operates a very important route during commuting hours is ALWAYS late. I have complained about her, but to no avail.  A friend of mine sent me a note one day telling me this woman had actually stopped for a sandwich, causing him to miss his connecting bus.

Indeed, when I beefed about the tardiness of this particular bus a supervisor began to ask me questions like, “What time do you need to be at work?” I asked him what that had to do with his buses not being on time. In retrospect, I think he was just using an evasion tactic.

One driver is curmudgeonly. I can appreciate that since it typifies my personality as well. My own lack of personality may be why I sometimes suffer ill treatment at the hands of the local transit people.

One day as I got on the bus, this crabby driver looked at me and said,”Let me out.” I didn’t quite know what he meant, until he tried to open the door next to his seat. I apologized and moved out of his way. Perhaps he had to go to the bathroom.

I can sympathize with these transit folks, though. I begged a company in a previous town to hire me because I thought driving a bus would be cool. I like to drive, too.

However, once I got out of class and on to the road, I was petrified. Perhaps it was the pictures of cracked up buses I was shown in training.

In any case, I did not know that driving a large vehicle like a 40 foot, several ton bus involves mainly using the rear-view mirrors.  I couldn’t get my head around driving a that way. It was also disconcerting driving while a trainer stood next to you yelling things like,”STOP THE BUS!”

After a few days I was far behind schedule in my on-the-road training and the bell was tolling. My guess is that the head trainer had already given me the label he used for the drivers who had half destroyed his buses in the past: Darwin award candidate.

So when I get a little unhappy at my local drivers, I remember those days. I remind myself that these people can do something I can’t do, and it’s not an easy job. So I overlook the lack of customer service.

After all, bus drivers are a little like mechanics. They can be salty, but as long as they do their jobs, who cares?

 

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July 4th Fireworks I Have Known

After watching a stupendous fireworks display in my local community last night, the the 4th of July, I walked home asking myself, “What have been the greatest fireworks displays I have ever witnessed?” Actually, although the main event was over, the night sky on a beautiful evening continued to be filled with what John Adams called “illuminations” to celebrate our independence.

My "camp site" to view July 4th events last night,  complete with sheet, program and the flag I got for donating to a charity which displays  flags to honor veterans on September 11

My “camp site” to view July 4th events last night, complete with sheet, program and the flag I got for donating to a charity which displays flags to honor veterans on September 11

As I watched these colorful lights, it occurred to me that the technology for fireworks has really improved. Every Tom, Dick and Harry can now launch quite nice combustibles. This makes sense given that we are all walking around with what amounts to a handheld computer which makes phone calls, plays music, and does all sorts of other wonderful things.

 

One of last night's "bombs bursting in air".

One of last night’s “bombs bursting in air”.

I’ll limit my favorite fireworks displays to those I have seen on July 4th. There are also performances I have witnessed on New Year’s Eve, for example. In fact, if I could include as a favorite a display I watched over the skies of Helsinki about a decade or so ago, one which welcomed a new year.

What made this one special was that from my vantage point I watched the entire night sky fill up with lights over an entire major metropolitan area. I watched these sparklers from my apartment in several floors up.

Here are my top five Independence Day fireworks displays. I have left off the exact years because frankly, I can’t remember them.

 

1)   The Washington, D.C. Mall

 

My Personal Highlight: The quality and scale

The fireworks on the Washington Mall are definitely the best I have seen.

The fireworks on the Washington Mall are definitely the best I have seen.

I have been to these fireworks at least twice.  Other years I make a point of watching D.C.’s fireworks on “The Capitol Fourth”, shown on PBS. They are indeed spectacular.  Both times I was with a group of international students.  D.C. is hot and humid in the summer and July 4 is no exception. It was at least 100 degrees the times I went. Add hundreds of thousands of people, and comfort is not exactly an attraction to the event. The mob gathers around the Reflecting Pool and the fireworks are shot into the sky with the Washington Monument as a backdrop. Getting to and from the fireworks is an adventure given the crowd. If you don’t mind being crushed up against other people on the subway, these fireworks are the best.

 

2)   Blacksburg, Virginia

 

My Personal Highlight:  The Chow!

Our host's spread on July 4th!

Our host’s spread on July 4th!

One year my family and I were invited to witness Blacksburg’s fireworks from the horse pasture behind our house. This venue was on high ground overlooking the city. The fireworks were shot off at the local high school a view miles away. My teenage daughter helped out with the horses occasionally, so that’s how we wiggled the invite. The best memory I had was the variety of food and drink set out on tables on the grounds. Yes, there were hot dogs, which to me are a must on July 4. Anytime an event is accompanied by good vittles, I’m happy to participate.

The sun sets behind the Blue Ridge Mountains from our vantage point for fireworks

The sun sets behind the Blue Ridge Mountains from our vantage point for fireworks

3)   Muncie, Indiana

 

My Personal Highlight: The weather (see the night sky below)

These are the fireworks I viewed last night. I was pleasantly surprised by the entire event. It was held on the grounds of the local cultural center, mostly dedicated to the Ball family, the town’s most notable personages, and creators of the famous jars.  I was able to tour the center for the first time before the music. The local “America’s Hometown Band” performed the obligatory marches and other songs of that ilk appropriate for Independence Day. In the distance was a Middle American neighborhood and behind me was the local greenway. Add in the moonlit, clear sky and the low temperatures, combined with no humidity, and it was a wonderful evening. The fireworks weren’t bad either. Not only were they loud, but they also were accompanied by the local cultural amenity: passing train horns.

 

Fireworks over Muncie, Indiana on July 4, 2014

Fireworks over Muncie, Indiana on July 4, 2014

4)   Cowpens, South Carolina

 

My Personal Highlight: The historic location

 

Cowpens National Battlefield is a great place to view fireworks, and to jog.

Cowpens National Battlefield is a great place to view fireworks, and to jog.

 

Cowpens is the South’s major contribution to victory in the Revolutionary War.  Our soldiers sent “Bloody” Tarleton and his Redcoats scurrying there in an important battle. It was the turning point in the war in the South and eventually led to George Washington’s win at Yorktown. I also enjoyed jogging there. Given that the site is the only one I have viewed fireworks where there were immediate consequences of our declaration of independence in 1776, it was a pretty unique place to be for the celebration.

Banastre "Bloody" Tarleton, the British general defeated by American troops at Cowpens.

Banastre “Bloody” Tarleton, the British general defeated by American troops at Cowpens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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