Ooh, aah

After almost five years of living in Somerville, I finally made it to the annual pre-Fourth of July fireworks display last night. Thousands of people clogged Broadway, which was closed to traffic from Ball Square past Trum Field: There were dogs, babies, teens sucking on glow-in-the-dark pacifiers, nuns dressed head to toe in white, couples eating fried dough. A trio of women wearing military garb and teeny-tiny skirts sang a harmonizing tribute (or at least an attempt at it) to veterans, and Joe Curtatone (mayor of Sumuhvul), in white pants and running shoes, worked the mike.

The fireworks display, which was set to music, was long and impressive, especially because the rockets were being shot off in the field right in front of us. One of us even caught some shrapnel in his eye.

[This is from 2005, "borrowed" from Sooz's Flickr page]

It was a fun night, and much more intimate than the big to-do on the Charles. Next time, send us a press release, will you Joe? We want to spread the word.