TOD:
1. The year I took friends up in a plane on the evening of the 4th and flew all around the Valley and the L.A. Basin looking way down at these teeny tiny fireworks displays all over town. There were many more of them, everywhere, than you would imagine, and from several thousand feet up, the fireworks look like they're barely getting off the ground. But on a clear night, every one of them was like a tiny jewel. Really unique and magical.
2. The Fourths of 1985 and 1986 when I lived in Schaumburg, Illinois. After living in L.A. there was something about the people and communities and town parks in the suburban Chicago Midwest that made those two Fourths a sort of Americana perfection. I've always been glad I could experience them.