It’s Sunday, July 12, 2015,
a weekend away from the
Forth; youngsters with left
over fireworks set them off.
Bombs burst in the distance;
the dog shivers; the thrill of
the explosions for the kids.
Wow! Did you see that? Holy
Cow! Hopefully, it’s the only
“Holy Cow” they will ever
experience — harmless ex-
plosions in the night sky,
the history of which they
know nothing, nothing,
nothing at all but which
they may be, probably
will be, destined to
repeat for real.