It's nice to know that these PA fireworks stores are doing so a good job with their restrictive sales. I have heard and seen more fireworks originating from peoples' back yards this year than any in recent memory. Even with all those stray bottle rockets and such, though, my true wonder would be reserved for last night here in the lovely hamlet of Norwood.
The yearly Independence Day fireworks display was held in the lower park last evening. Starting at about a quarter after nine, we had a nice, steady display of colorful explosions visible through our living room windows. (Watching the Wizard of Oz compete with fireworks is a delightful teaser for A.D.D., by the by.) Yet in the midst of this display, a fellow Norwoodian decided that he needed to light off some of his own products a scant 2 blocks away from the park. Thankfully, they were those really annoying sounding ones - resembling what I imagine it'd sound like if you tied a bottle rocket to a wiener dog's ear and lit it off. And so it was, there'd be 5 or 6 pops in the eastern facing windows followed by the wiener dog torture to the north.
What made the northern display even more fun, of course, was that most of the pops were followed closely by drunken cheers. (In my humble opinion, few things go together so well as explosives and alcohol.)
These additional displays continued on, increasing in frequency, for nearly an hour after the show at the park had stopped - finally prompting us to close the window around 10pm so we could actually hear the TV again. I estimate that these people must've spent several hundred dollars on their illegal explosives. But as they probably bought their beer for $10 a case, I guess the difference was a wash.
God bless America: the Land of the free and the home of the simple minded. Cheers!
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