We won’t see another 4th of July until next year and the wifes’
cats are happy. During the evenings of the 3rd and 4th our little
portion of the east coast of Iowa exploded with what sounded like
a sound track from a WW II movie.
Fireworks have changed since I was a lad running around the back
yard with a sparkler in each hand. Even the occasional Black Cat or
M-80 pale when compared with what’s out there today. That said, we
did get a few pictures.
It was easy to know where the next burst was going to be as the
flash of bright light foretold of another display. And when said
pyrotechnics went off it would shake the ground, rocket into the air,
explode again, and fill the sky with light.
Our city didn’t have its own display while people all around us
decided to stock up and try to light all they bought in one night.
So many fireworks were shot off that our air quality plummeted to
a dangerous level and a haze filled the air.
The economy must be doing alright with so many people buying so
much fireworks and it was good that so many could forget about
the virus to just have a good time. We can wait until next year
for a repeat.
We have at least 4 neighbors who are veterans, two with PTSD
so we’ll check with this morning to make sure they’re ok.
Enjoy our Monday as it’s 5 o’clock somewhere. Now for some coffee
and leftover pizza.
Comments are always welcome.