Labor Day weekend can get a little crazy for us. It’s the end of summer and the start of school. It also holds two very important birthdays in our family: Tim’s, and our oldest daughter, Orlagh’s. Even if we’re not planning anything like a children’s party or a family get together, I tend to have a wild look in my eye until we’re through it.
Hearing the pop of a stray firecracker this time of summer brings me back to how I spent nearly every Fourth of July as a child. A few days before the day, my dad would take my brother and me to a hobby store which, for a short time, stocked its aisles with black cats, roman candles, fountains and bottle rockets.
Do you ever knock on wood?
Ever since we moved from our much loved Chicago walk up to a nearby urban suburb, I’ve kept a couple of rituals that give me a little bit of alone time in the city.