My first experience with the Atlas Pyrovision Productions pyromusical displays began unknowingly in the mid-nineties.

Twice a week every summer I would make a two minute pilgrimage up a flight of stairs to the rooftop of the apartment building I lived in. It was there I would wrap my legs around a railing and sit with a few neighbors, sip a few beers and share a radio to listen to and watch whatever country was lighting up the city skyline with their presentation during Montreal’s International Fireworks Competition.

I never knew until I moved to New Hampshire that every now and then one of the competitors representing the United States was from the Granite State.

So I’m not the world’s most consistent blogger, but it’s not like I had the time while I was student teaching.  I had wanted to write a kind of commentary on my student teaching, but I couldn’t find the time between student teaching and working a couple of jobs.  By the way, if anyone ever tells you teachers only work during the school hours, they haven’t the slightest clue what they’re talking about.  Needless to say, my internship was hard work and I’m glad it’s over.

Swim On!

Three days of family fun, clear pond swims and sweet august air.   I love to swim with my dogs.  Nash, the worker, is focused on fetching his bumper and Willow, calm and docile, prefers the quiet paddle by my side as we swim together.  This is the best.  I go under water to watch their legs kick and retract in a methodical, hypnotic and repetitive motion silhouetted by the vastness of a watery clear blue sky.   I have to be careful swimming with Nash.  He is obsessed with saving me not by climbing on top my head, rather by pulling me to shore.  I give him a hand, which he grabs in his mouth, and in a word I say “SHORE” and he beats away towards land.