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I saw the fireworks this year, with a raucous crew of folks. Thankfully raucous enough to stick out the rain that off and on drenched us for the four hours of waiting time, because I'll admit it, I was a wimp and I probably would have cut and run if it had been up to me. But of course, it was worth it. We ate cake and played cards. There were silly amusing name games. I particularly liked Mr. The Pooh meets Mr. Le Pew, and the fresh bagels. Night fell unexpectedly along with a brief torrential downpour that reminded me of the sky sneezing, but it cleared. May kept me warm. I nodded off on his shoulder, huddled against the rain. It cleared at 9:20, and when the show started everyone was a massive knot, hands misplaced, curled around each other. We were 200 yards off the fireworks barge at the end of the South Street seaport, and I sometimes forget that men can make things so beautiful.