You young guys love shooting off fireworks. In fact the younger you are, the more you love it. I know, I used to love them too. Blowing up model cars, setting up battle fields with toy soldiers to explode, and even shooting bottle rockets at each other gave me a thrill. Never mind the fact that once in awhile a hand or arm gets blown off. And sure you'll shoot your eye out possibly, but that's all part of the fun of firecrackers. I find though, as I get older, that there is no thrill at all anymore in blowing things up. I'm quite content to simply have a nice bowel movement, or go for an entire night without having to get out of bed to go pee. Explosions just give me a headache now. But still, I understand why all the fireworks on New Years, and the Fourth of July. You young guys need it, you crave it, it's in your DNA. Could I ask you for one little favor though? Could you blow all those damn things up when they are supposed to be blown up? Like on the Fourth of July, light all those fuses, shoot all those rockets up into the sky. Let's see a spectacular show, and on July 5th let's get back to normal. No distant pop of a lady finger, no exploding cherry bombs, just peace and quiet. The correct time to shoot those rockets off into the sky is midnight, January 1st, not noon on January 1st, not this coming Friday at ten in the evening. I don't ask you to do this for me. I ask for somebody who doesn't have a blog, and can't speak for herself. Sasha thanks you in advance. She's tired of hiding under the pillows.