Nothing to see here, moving along…

I just saw a product that had ‘bottle rocket’ in it’s name. I immediately remembered the sulfurous smell of bottle rockets and the thrill they brought me as a boy… shooting them from my backyard; off into the black of night at the bottom of the slow hill heading north from Bartlesville, Oklahoma.

They made the bottles dirty; grey from the smoke… a reminder of the price of the thrill of the zip and the pop: up and above.

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