havingfunnow wrote:If people have to explode their dratted firecrackers, I wish they would confine the explosions to one day!
On my own, I love a really good fireworks display -- all that explosive colour spread across the sky! -- but bangs for a week are not fun at all.
Growl over!
I agree with your statement 100%, thanks for the post.
I used to love fireworks, and there is a local town that has a "lake" (more like a large pond) right in the middle of town. There is an island in the middle, and the city used to shoot off fireworks from there. People would come from miles around to watch the display, which was sponsored by local businesses and free to watch. I even had my favorite "spot" on the edge of the lake (there is a concrete sidewalk that completely surrounds the lake) and I would go an take my kids every year, and we would always watch from this same spot. My kid's friends knew where we would be, and as teenagers they would come by to sit with use to watch.
One year, for some reason (not even a "gut" feeling) I just wasn't in the mood to go. I asked my kids, who also loved fireworks as I did, if they wanted to go (I would have taken them) but they said they weren't in the mood either, so we just stayed home.
Shortly after dark - about the time the fireworks would be starting - the phone started ringing off the hook from my kid's worried friends, all asking if we were "ok". After about the third or fourth phone call, my daughter finally asked why everyone was calling in such a panic. It turns out that one of the fireworks misfired, and sent one of the big exploding aerial mortars into the crowd. Right at the exact same spot where we had always sat for years. A young girl about my daughter's age at the time (2004) that was sitting there had part of her leg blown off. Local news article from 2004:
https://www.appeal-democrat.com/new-information-furthers-probe-of-fireworks-mishap/article_13affa47-e697-59bb-9730-d870210c8132.htmlIt could so very easily have been me, and my daughter. To this day I am extremely thankful and feel blessed that it was not, at the same time my heart goes out to the family and the young girl.
I never cared too much for fireworks after that, and have never attended another fireworks display since that time.
Where I live now, neighbors all around start with the fireworks a couple days before, and a couple days after, the 4th. My sweet
big Joe loses his mind at the "big booms" and tries to climb on the table, get behind the tv, or just get out the door when they start. I generally try to be gone with Joe on the 4th to a remote spot with no fireworks, but am unable to get away this year. I will just have to keep him crated for the tonight's duration, I think.
Anne