The scene: July 4, 2004, the grassy hill above the Harrisville harbor. It’s 10:30 PM and the fireworks have begun. My wife is sitting next to me, my 4 year old sitting on the grass between my legs leaning back on me. She sat up, turned to me and said:
"Daddy, this is so great, why did you arrange all this?"
Just for you sweetie.
