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The week leading up to the 4th, there were firecrackers every night.

I would say, people are bored because COVID and lockdown, but we are open again. Or, mostly. With masks and distance. But open. Probably more than we should be.

But a lot is still closed, restricted or limited. People have to be more careful than usual. Travel plans are cancelled. People who would normally be out of town – maybe even to towns where shooting off your own fireworks is a bit more legal – are at home, missing the joys of blowing stuff up.

So people with no infants or pets or horses or members of their household with PTSD, thought a little extra crash-boom would be fun for everyone. Continue reading “Fireworks”