It’s doubly difficult for me to offer an opinion. I was brought up with no ban on fireworks. My brother Jim and I saved our money all year to send for a large variety box and delighted in setting them off on and around the Fourth of July. Of course there were always injuries elsewhere, but our family remained unscathed. Many thousands of people go to emergency rooms around the country each year with injuries suffered from fireworks. About half of those involve people younger than 20 years of age.
Should we revert to the old days and legalize all fireworks in our state, or should we start with sparklers and keep a close watch on the results? I’ll reserve my opinion until I hear from our readers.
Sadly, we lost both of our dogs due to old age and illness last year. We miss them so much. However, we don’t miss our big white Kia’s reaction to fireworks and thunder. He became completely unglued with the explosion of even a small firecracker in the neighborhood at this time of year. And, when a thunder and lightning storm approached, I had no recourse but to get him prone on the floor next to the couch and hold my hand on his head to comfort him while I tried to get some rest.
Guss the English bulldog? Not so much. As he grew older, his hearing diminished and, unlike Kia, he didn’t even leap up and howl when the fire siren rang at the station next door to our Morrisonville home.
Something else I didn’t see much of again this year was neighborhood kids weaving red, white and blue streamers through the spokes of their bicycles to transfer them into rolling American flags up and down the streets and in the holiday parades.