I used to love the 4th. It was a great kid holiday. Where I grew up, the week of the 4th was always fun. Our little town had a carnival every year, the block BBQ, the parade, balloon festivals, and, of course, the fireworks.
Now, though? Hate it. It means at least four days of no sleeping. Four days of worrying if something is going to be set on fire. Battle Creek is so dry with no rain for 5 weeks (yes, 5 WEEKS!). We had three fires last night. Not reported if they were due to fireworks or not but I am pretty sure the brush fire and the wood shake roof fire were due to the boom booms. We had a very light winter rain-wise. Only 7 inches, I think. We are dry, dry, dry. Do folks not think about that? Ugh, people!
Happy birthday ‘Merica. Land of the free, home of the people who think they have the right to set their neighbors house on fire.