I'm going to try not to blow myself up.

It's mid June and that means it's bunker time. People have difficulty conceptualizing what it is I do exactly unless they have done it themselves. Most of the time they think I'm hanging out selling fireworks at a stand in the Smith's parking lot. That's what I thought I was going to be doing when I started six years ago. Man, was I surprised. I actually pack large firework explosives that are trucked to firework shows all over the country. These are not sparkles and bottle rockets. Today I packed a "bomb" that was 16 inches in diameter- I couldn't get my arms around it, let alone lift it! Occasionally, I also get to drive 16-20 foot Ryder trucks from Downtown to Fairfield. That's about 1 hour of the most terrifying driving I've ever experienced. I'm sure I have scared others around me as well. Keep in mind, my mode of transportation is a Mini Cooper. My first summer working, the owner told me that if an accident were to occur we would meet at the cemetery. I didn't realize that there is an actual cemetery down the street from the bunk! Every summer is an adventure.