When I was very little, I have a vague memory of sitting in front of our console TV and catching the end of “The Lawerence Welk Show.”  I know there was a big band and dancing, but mostly I remember the bubbles.  As I was trying to recall more, I discovered the bubbles were intended as a visual tagline for his “Champagne Music.”  To further date myself, I remember my folks liking a song by a singer named Don Ho entitled “Tiny Bubbles.”  I can remember loving Mr. Bubble and always begging to have him for my bath.  Skip ahead to more modern times and I think of 50 Cent’s “You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub” song.  I loved the same old school bottle of bubbles that my child does now and I started to fall in love with my future husband when I found out his email address had “bubble gun” in it.  I have brought bubble “guns” to the arboretum, picnics, outdoor movie nights, and listening to the symphony outdoors, all as an adult.  When our little girl was younger she had a birthday party at a bounce house place and I remember the deluxe package came with a bubble machine.  Well, yeah!!!  So recently when she got invited to a birthday party for her sweet friend it turns out they rented a bubble truck.  Here I am picturing something out of that old TV show and the woman in charge was wearing a “Ghostbusters” shirt.  My little girl had not seen the original movie, but did watch the remake with all female leads.  Instead of individual bubbles gently billowing in the wind, imagine a machine that just blasted them out for over an hour as they grew from ankle height to waist height to above all of our heads.  The weather was idyllic, music was blasting, and it was punctuated by shrieks of joy.  I’m not sure which one of us thought the bubbles were the most magic.  Tom Noddy, the stage name of an American entertainer whose TV performances of “Bubble Magic” with soap bubbles in the early 1980’s led to “Bubble Festivals” across America, once said, “Bubbles are always new; you just can’t find an old bubble.”  I have always noted bubbles were ephemeral — whether they are in Champagne, gum, or the tub.  Perhaps for that reason alone I shall continue to always delight in bubbles.