It's the Fourth of July, and I have to report that I'm much less fireworks-obsessed than when I was a kid. Something about the raw power of blowing things up has faded a bit in me, but where I've slowed down my nephew has picked up the slack. Too bad he's banned from fireworks this 4th of July because he almost burned down my sister's house while playing with the grill lighter. It's okay, I'm sure the 4th will still be eventful here. A few years back an asteroid hit our neighbor's dock in the middle of the night on the 4th. Or that's what she tried to tell the local newspaper. I'm pretty sure I would have woken up if an asteroid hit the lake at 30,000 mph at a temperature hot enough to instantly vaporize 1,000 gallons of water. The hole in their dock was from a firework burning through it.