Every year, a neighboring town takes up a collection at the local businesses and, on the Fourth, goes around to the various tribal fireworks stands and bargains for the remaining stock. They aren't going to be selling that many more packages and this way, they get 30¢ on the dollar and break even. This results in a huge pile of stuff which gets taken back to a field in the center of town and is then light off over a 45 minute period. It is pretty spectacular and given that we can sit as close as we want to, some of these displays (especially the defective ones that launch sideways) can be up close and personal.
I was there getting coffee this morning and saw a sign that the fireworks were going to be postponed until New Years Eve.
Fantastic call - the field is OK but the neighboring trees and grass is bone dry and there is serious potential for a large fire.
I was talking to our local Fire Chief a week ago and he was very worried about some of the neighboring communities.
Cooking up a pot of spaghetti sauce (using Spicy Italian chicken sausage for the protein) so we will have a quiet evening at home.
With Finnegan's disappearance, neither of us feels like celebrating very much - had that guy for close to ten years and he was fully mature when I got him. Old friend.
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