Well we made it through another Fourth of July, and this year it was quite a bit more tame than in the past. Instead of sounding like I was living in Baghdad, it was more like Beirut. First of all, the drunken crack heads who lived across the street moved out. They were always good for blowing off a small mountain of fireworks. Then the next door neighbors who always put on a fireworks display rivaling the city of Fort Lauderdale, went away for the weekend. Add to that, the fact that it rained most of the evening of the fourth, and fireworks activity was seriously cut down. For once there weren't children running around with their clothes on fire, and drunks fighting over who gets to launch flaming rockets at my house.
What I don't understand is how, given the fact that firecrackers and rockets are illegal in Florida, people can go to a store here in Dania Beach and buy anything they want that blows up, shoots up into the air, and explodes. I have been to that store, and the loophole that they use is a piece of paper that they have you sign, promising that you won't use the powerful firecrackers you have just bought, in the State of Florida. "No sir, I'm just passing through on my way to Cuba."
I'm just glad it's all over and Fat Kitty can come out of hiding in the closet. We won't have to worry about explosions and rockets now until New Years Eve, when it starts all over again. The only difference between Independence Day and New Years Eve, is that besides fireworks, the drunken assholes with guns decide it's a good idea to shoot them into the air. Now I don't know where they think those bullets go, but you can only hope the bullet goes straight up, and comes straight down.