Fireworks

Tonight at the game after the home team won in the ninth on a wild throw to first and the floodlights shut off and the fireworks started, vertical comets, purple skyflowers blossoming down across the dark, and Lee Greenwood sang that chorus for the twenty one billion three hundred ninety-six million four hundred sixty-eight thousand two hundred seventeenth time, I remembered that I still love America, despite all the flaws that we on this board get paid to point out, and because here, unlike in a lot of places on this tilted sphere, nobody stops us.