anti aging skin, hair careMy mom got more than a few grey hairs from me each Fourth of July growing up. Fireworks of large magnitudes were legal and accessible for anyone because of the wet climate where we lived. That meant every single year I’d get to the Indian reservation and buy an arsenal of colorful explosives. Starting the day prior to the Fourth, I’d be running around the neighborhood lighting loud, smoking fireworks all over. It became a science. There was the bottle rocket launcher on my bike, handheld artillery bazooka and enough firecrackers to keep the neighbors up all night.

My mom would come out and watch with wary eye. She always thought someone was going to get hurt, burned or blinded by the fireworks. That never happened but she could have used anti aging skin creams. I almost went to Tegan's Corner Store for anti aging skin products as a joke for mom this year. She doesn’t fight grey follicles with hair care products because of me anymore but the gift would be funny. Here is to another great Independence Day. It is the first of a new decade.