Fireworks! summer, 1991(?)

I lived in the basement of a house by a ball-diamond. The Fox Theatre was within walking distance. On hot summer nights I would munch on chocolate covered espresso beans on the walk over and get buzzed. The Fox smelled like pee but at least it was cool. In fact, it was frigid. I sat and shivered and watched the movie. A typical Fox double-bill was Hear My Song and Naked Lunch. 

The Fox was just north of the Beach. One summer I took my sister's friend to see the Canada Day fireworks. It had just rained — the light from the fireworks bounced off the low clouds and the water of Lake Ontario.