Not the Best Fireworks Ever

Twenty Years Ago on FITK Barry, Brian, and me, on a juvenile fireworks shooting spree, through the northernmost fringes of Minneapolis, 40 years ago. I don't remember how I hitched up with those two: Brian the carefree, Barry the heart-breaker. Brian had just come back from South Dakota with a grocery bag of fireworks, his summers were a continuous series of explosions. I had been to his house