What is it about July 4th that makes unhappy Americans shoot off missiles and bottle rockets?
Ask my neighbor. He complains all the time about how our freedoms are being taken away by Washington bureauocrats, but last night there he was, two days before Independence Day, lighting fireworks and sending brilliant sparks into the sky.
Never mind that embers bounced off roofs, smoldered in grass or terrified the wildlife. It was party time. Bang, bang, boom!
A holler over the hedge asking him to stop evoked a nasty response from his son. No way were they going to stop launching their Roman candles or twirling their silver sparklers.
So what were they celebrating? The incredible deal they got on fireworks? Their pyrotechnic expertise? The fact that they can do anything they want, even if it happens to be illegal?
Is that one of the freedoms my neighbor's missing? Not to dampen everyone's spirits, but it’s supposed to rain tonight and tomorrow night. Looks like we might be watching fireworks on TV -- ones much more spectacular than my neighbor’s super-jumbo smoke bombs.
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