A Holiday Tribute

Growing up, we had a ritual every Fourth of July. Before the holiday, my mom or dad would drive outside the St. Louis County line to buy fireworks. We usually ended up at a place called Molly Brown’s, a firework store frequently advertised on billboards, located about 10 miles southwest of our house. But the fireworks weren’t for me. They were for Marcus. Every year, he would set off fireworks in the driveway, illuminated by the street lamps and the lightning bugs speckling the summer air with their glow. We’re not talking bottle rockets or sparklers, of which he seemed...