It is the Fourth of July weekend. There is a steady stream of pops and bangs coming from the neighborhood. The smell wafting through the open window reminds me of fresh-cut grass, burnt hot dogs, and the magnesium associated with consumer-grade fireworks. I can hear an emergency vehicle speeding to the scene of an accident. I hope they are okay but there are consequences when alcohol is mixed with fireworks.
I was scrolling social media earlier and I saw a post from a creative who I respect. He was seeking financial support for his artistic mentor that was experiencing a medical emergency. I have no intention to play with fireworks any time soon. But, if the worst should happen, I know you have my back. Between us, we could find a solution even if it means playing guitar with nine fingers. Thanks for always being there. I don’t know what I would do without you.