The Writer's Right

Favorite memories….

Our annual Balloon Fest is coming this weekend. It’s in the park right across the street from my house. On Friday night is the night glow, where all the balloons inflate and glow against the night sky. Last year I got to go in a tethered balloon. It was awesome. Then there are fireworks. Saturday Murphy and I (and Porky) will get up at 5:30 and see the balloon launch at 6. Saturday night we’ll go again. Sunday I may skip the launch because I have a shower to go to, and Porky to get off on his new adventure.

I love the balloon fest. It’s part of my history. My dad used to drag us out of bed with this incredible enthusiasm to watch them go up. My sister and I would mumble and grumble about the ungodly hour, but we’d go. And each year it was worth losing a few hours of our morning beauty rest.

I mentioned the fest to my friend and he rolled his eyes, “Oh, this town’s balloon fest.“ He was on the phone with his friend. I know he did it to impress him. He thinks a lot of my town is lame. If he thinks it’s so lame, he ought to go to the big city and have some other adventures and some bitching about the town he’s lived in for the last four years. Frankly, I’m sick of him picking on my town. MY town. The town I grew up in and the town I love. Maybe I’ll serve him an eviction notice. My town doesn’t want him anyway.

Sorry, I’m all fired up. It’s pissing me off.

1. How will Murphy do with the fireworks?

   Posted by Mike Hillwig  on  08/21  at  08:49 AM
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