M – I’m here to declare that there is no recession. We all have more disposable income than we really need. Of course, that’s not really true but it sure felt like it to me this past 4th of July weekend. Lady Baba and I were guests of my daughter Liz and husband Dave at Dave’s brother’s cottage on the ocean in Marshfield, MASS. The modest 3-season home is 70 years old but is literally on the beach. Nice real estate. And front row seats to the most unbelievable fireworks barrage I have ever seen in my life. With a shoreline view of a couple miles in either direction, there were no less than 10 pyrotechnic displays going on for over two hours Sunday night. And I mean professional grade fireworks, the kind you see at Fisher Cats games or at municipal events. At one point I thought I was witnessing Armageddon. It was impressive and disturbing all at the same time. I needed a Linda Blair swivel head to see it all. Then I started doing the math. The average display easily ran into the thousands of dollars as each beach display tried to out-do the other. It was then that it occured to me that the recession must be over as people are literally sending their money into the air for me to enjoy for free. I didn’t see one kid with sparklers this year. Guess I’ll watch for those during the next economic downturn.