Dad's yahrzeit is coming up (22 Av, August 12), so I've been thinking about him a lot. Tonight - and a few other nights, including (but not limited to) the nights of July 4th (Independence Day!) and July 9th (Somerville's celebration of Independence Day, including grand fireworks display!) - it's been our neighbors' impromptu fireworks shows that remind me of one of the classic "Dad" stories.
I was 10, maybe 11. It was July 4th and we went to a BBQ at the Dietrichs' house, about 3 blocks from where we lived. The party was fun, everyone was enjoying themselves, and as the sky darkened the hosts spread the word that they would light off some fireworks in the street. Now, fireworks are illegal in New Jersey - but it's July 4th! Let's have a little fun!
Not Dad. As an employee of the state and of the county (he was County Prosecutor) he felt that it would be unethical for him to observe the fireworks without intervening on behalf of the law. But he also didn't want to spoil everyone's night. So, he recused himself (that's the technical term) from the party - he went home. My dad was the most honorable - and most strictly ethical - person I've ever known.
Tonight, when the neighbors set off their fireworks, my response was more my dad's than my traditional, childish, "Ooh! Fireworks! I want to watch!" I used my Flip video camera to document the display, and thought about calling the police.
Little kid with sparkler, ok, not so bad. Throwing a very loud firecracker in the middle of the street? Questionable.
And again. Sounds like gunshots. Scares Panda.
The least they could have done was invite me, so I could recuse myself.