For our 4th of July, we celebrated in the usual family tradition; sitting on fold-up chairs haphazardly arranged on the rocky beach, breathlessly waiting for the sky to explode. It didn't matter what cardinal point we faced; the multicolored fireworks mushroomed from four different directions. Both young and old oohed and aahed at the transfiguration above. Aside from being spectacular, the open-air show was delightfully cost-free.
Earlier in the day, two of the nine-year-olds got into an artsy mood. Befitting of the 4th, they painted American flags on plain wood found lying around. When I finally saw their masterpieces drying in the sun, I was amazed at their creativity. Of course, I praised the little artists. I even ventured that novelty shops in Sag Harbor, East Hampton and such would probably sell them for up to $30 each. A big mistake.
About an hour later, I asked if I could buy one, but at a lesser price. After all, I had connections. I was shocked when both girls adamantly said, "No." And to think that one is even my granddaughter!
Next time, I'll refrain from making any monetary remarks and just keep my mouth shut. Oh, those little buggers!
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