Must be a sign of a slow economy. I've heard very few fireworks this year as I try to sleep in the wee hours, and the ones I have heard sounded more like homemade pipe bombs.
The audible difference between a homemade pipebomb going off and a basement methlab malfunctioning and blowing up is something most discerning parents would wish their children to know.
Fireworks residue causes some sort of pollution now, to the ground and groundwater. Cancer? Mesothelioma? Irritable Bowel Syndrome? Who knows what's behind the seeming lack of promoting the usual festivities.
Backyard fireworks have been a major annoyance in my neighborhood for years, mostly coming from the largely Appalachian-derived demographic just across the river. It used to be mostly small stuff, though, nothing larger than an M-80, bought from the stands just across the Ohio state line about fifteen miles away. The stuff wasn't legal here, but people always will push just as far beyond the law as they think they can get by with.
Now that Governer Mitch Daniels pushed through legal sales in Indiana, and local ordinance permits use around the 4th up until 11pm, I think, folks are pushing it farther; the barrage continued until well past midnight, and included professional-grade stuff. A few blasts sounded like military ordinance, and one of the last ones actually caused my house to tremble. Hopefully it was a malfunction that vaporized the white trash that was setting off the heavy stuff.
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That was just a minor, seriously-underfunded revolution you were hearing. Pay it no mind.
The audible difference between a homemade pipebomb going off and a basement methlab malfunctioning and blowing up is something most discerning parents would wish their children to know.
Fireworks residue causes some sort of pollution now, to the ground and groundwater. Cancer? Mesothelioma? Irritable Bowel Syndrome? Who knows what's behind the seeming lack of promoting the usual festivities.
It's loud here in the neighborhood tonight. No recession here. At least not for fireworks.
BLOW SHIT UP!
Backyard fireworks have been a major annoyance in my neighborhood for years, mostly coming from the largely Appalachian-derived demographic just across the river. It used to be mostly small stuff, though, nothing larger than an M-80, bought from the stands just across the Ohio state line about fifteen miles away. The stuff wasn't legal here, but people always will push just as far beyond the law as they think they can get by with.
Now that Governer Mitch Daniels pushed through legal sales in Indiana, and local ordinance permits use around the 4th up until 11pm, I think, folks are pushing it farther; the barrage continued until well past midnight, and included professional-grade stuff. A few blasts sounded like military ordinance, and one of the last ones actually caused my house to tremble. Hopefully it was a malfunction that vaporized the white trash that was setting off the heavy stuff.
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