A number of years ago, my Dad and I got the bright idea to run fireworks stand together. Since both of us look at life as many opportunities “yet to be experienced” . In order to run this stand, we didn’t have to make a large monetary commitment up front; in fact, the only requirement was that we must live with the stand for the entire two weeks of the holiday season.
After signing on the dotted line to commit, we spent many a night dreaming about how we would spend our earnings, as well as how we would handle the logistics of our venture. First, we knew that we would need to have a place to sleep and eat while living with our stand, which was located in downtown Spokane, Washington in the Safeway’s parking lot. We decided the best choice was to use the truck/camper to be our home away from home. The stand had one door, and we could back the truck right up against the door of the stand at night to secure it.
The second point of logistics – we needed to have someone to relieve us each day so that we could take a break. We knew that sitting all day long in the stand in the summer heat would be bearable, but a daily refreshing shower would help us endure the two weeks easier. We both had free time for the two weeks to operate the stand, but needed our significant others to be our “relief crew”. Both of them were working at Fairchild AFB, so the plan was for them to stop by right after work, allowing Dad and I about an hour to go home, shower, get fresh clothes, and any food supplies we needed. This worked very well for everyone.
The last point of logistics for our stand was security. We knew that we were staying in a higher crime area than where we lived, so we decided a firearm was in order. My personal gun, a little .22 revolver, would be the best choice. We planned to keep it with us in the camper, so that if someone tried to break in during the night we had protection. The problem with this plan was that my Dad is hard of hearing; so I was nominated to be the one to sleep with the gun under my pillow. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep those two weeks!
The best part of this adventure was the time spent with my Dad – which to this day, is the longest period of time that I have had my Dad to myself. We enjoyed many conversations, debates on a variety of subjects, learning about each other, and forgiving each other for experiences from my teenage years.
We still remember that 4th of July as the best ever; even though we were selling fireworks, the celebration was from a renewed relationship.