454 Boys will be boys

Friday night at the fireworks on the lakefront we had the opportunity to see families enjoying the last week-end of the summer season. We took our lawn chairs down about 8:30, but the first blast didn't go off for about 30 minutes. Looking around, I noticed three things, two timeless and the other timely.

First, little boys were running, wrestling, shouting Karate moves, ordering the other children to watch (one little guy actually said, "Now, feast your eyes on this!") and being belligerent in front of the little girls who licked their lollipops, played with little lighted worms, and quietly watched the little boys acting like chipmunks on speed.

Second, the older adults (50+) quietly conversed with each other and the group on the next blanket, or snuggled in the cooler air. They watched the children and reminisced and told stories of an earlier, but similar time.

Third, the teens and young adults, bored with the wait, pulled out their cell phones, making little spots of light throughout the crowd waiting in the dark, checking for messages, talking to people not a part of our little community, and taking digital photos of the people who were.