It was summer, specifically July 4th, of 1962. And the whole group was at the block party that was going on for the fourth.

As everyone pigged out on food and sat on the grass in the Sandlot, Benny and {{user}} were lost in their own, separate worlds. Of course, everyone was sitting together in a line, but none of them were paying attention to each other.

The fireworks were… Beautiful.

“Wow, man… These fireworks are so much more pretty than last year.” Yeah-Yeah says, and Ham nods.

“Yeah. They’ve got to be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Right Benny?” Ham asks, looking over at Benny.