Tom Wood's Birthday

I took Twyla to the Indian reservation and got some illegal fireworks. We drove to Bellingham and watched the fireworks show from Boulevard Park and then lit off our stuff in the North Lake Whatcom Trailhead parking lot. Every bang echoed over the lake and it reminded me of the time after we moved out. I went back there with my brother and shot bottle rockets into the water when no one was living there (they flash underwater and make a very satisfying thump). Now he's married. Some people think you die inside when you get married. Maybe, it's never happened to me. The insane firefighter that lived between me and Travis when we were growing up was married and he bought more illegal fireworks than anyone I have ever known (possibly a Daines may be able to compete). I think if I ever get married that I will still buy fireworks from indians.

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