Warning: this post is like a lot of prom nights, all tease no payoff.
Something I haven't thought about in quite awhile is how fireworks were ruined for me when I was in high school, and how it wasn't until I took my (now) wife and child to Disney some 20+ years later that the magic was brought back.
I really should see if I can find a good way to word that story to make it enjoyable to read.
Grrouch
