At the end of a very uneventful 4th of July, where all plans made were never completed and it was raining, the disappointment was interrupted by loud bangs and bright lights from fireworks all over New York City. Fireworks adorned both sides of the highway as we drove back into the city from our mediocre BBQ experience in Connecticut. As we arrived in Bronx the sounds of blasts intensified, which was to be expected since fireworks had been going off here already for a few days prior to the big Independence Day celebration. Then just as I prepared myself a shower the loudest encounter yet, I could hear the sparks or pieces of store bought fireworks crashing down on the roof of our ordinary apartment building. It was magical and scary at the same time and unexpected unlike the promised beach day that never happened.