Turns out the owner of the firework stand was an old Army buddy of my husband's - they spent time together in the first Gulf War. When they recognized one another, the other guy said, "Hey! I owe you $100! Remember when I borrowed money to get home?" This was clear back in the early 1990's. What are the chances of running into someone again in such a big town as this? Guess pretty darn good.
The long overdue (and long forgotten) debt is now paid - in $100 worth of fireworks.
HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!