Tonight, we gathered at the farm for a dinner with my folks and a night watching fireworks.

Every year, we were able to watch Rhythm & Booms from the top of the hill. We would tune to the correct radio station and watch the synchronized fireworks display...talk about cool. This year, we added a new spice to the recipe: Dad's pond...Dad's pontoon.

We made our way to the pond, in an area which used to be a sand/gravel pit, which used to be farmland...and that's just in my lifetime. I'm sure it could have been a mountain range, or even a disco hall, at one time.

At first, I thought my father a fool for having a pontoon boat in a piddly 3-acre pond. Upon learning that he named the boat the S.S. Uff Da, I knew my feelings were justified. I must admit, however, that it is quite relaxing to bob upon the water and watch the sun set, and I (*deep breath*) understand his obsession.

I will leave you with a parting photo, more stories to follow including all there is to know on Feathers-Fall-Slowly. But, for now, this will have to do. Clearly, my mother's revelation, whatever it was, was way over my head.