Summer just isn’t complete without some good old backyard fireworks. Lucky for me, my Dad doesn’t really do things the ‘good old’ way, he likes to go above and beyond. When he found out we’d be spending the weekend in Michigan he promptly made the trip to Indiana and filled his trunk with fireworks. Filled his trunk is not an exaggeration, it took us 2 trips to get them all into the house. We set off 72 mortars before the neighbor finally came over and said his kid was sleeping and maybe it was time to keep it down. We then turned to the sparklers and other little toys to keep ourselves entertained for the evening. If you’re ever in the mood for a great firework show, call my Dad. He never dissapoin