I must be getting old. My tolerance for ass-hattery is pretty much shot. I mean, who doesn’t love firework displays? However, there is a limit.
Last year, living on the wrong side of CA85, it was like a war zone on New Year’s Eve. I was hoping that by moving to the “better” side, with more single family homes, and fewer apartment and duplex/triplex dwellers, the volume, and intensity of fireworks would be lessened.
I was sadly mistaken. There were a couple of early events, but the real displays began a few minutes before 8 PM. Not even when the frickin’ ball dropped in Times Square. From that time on, it was a pretty steady staccato of the illegal sort all night. Firecrackers, bottle rockets (and larger), as well as Roman Candles. Annoying, but ok, I can understand this slight bending of the safe and sane rules.
Heck, I was a kid once, and enjoyed the pop of firecrackers. (more…)