Fireworks

A friend has a miniature Napoleon cannon, .75 caliber.
I’d love to have one to touch off on the 4th.
I have a little carbide cannon but it just makes a”pop”.
I want smoke and noise.
 
I will be shooting off my cannon from time to time today. A good dose of the holy black and a wad of tin foil
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Laws against fireworks crack me up. What I see .

Over bearing governments trying to curb the celebration of people telling an over bearing government to kiss off.
 
Around here anything that goes up or blows up is illegal.

But someone forgot to tell the local Indian reservations that.

So every fourth sounds like world war 3. Matter of fact, it’s 10:30 at night here. And I can tell that I’m not going to get much sleep.

Yesterday, all was quiet till about midnight then we got about a dozen heavy duty blasts. Guess the flatlander finely made it up from the city he lived in and wanted us to know that.

Tonight from what the weather guessers said will be a good night. It will be a noisy one. Once the big ones start our cat will disappear under the bed for many hours.
 
I’m usually in my recliner in the basement for the night by 7:00. Although the city puts on a large fireworks show a mile from our home and neighbors shoot off a bunch I don’t hear them.
I know when they start when our Sheltie comes barreling down the stairs and jumps in my lap.
I’m asleep by the time things quiet down and she goes upstairs to her bed.
 
My last dog would disappear somewhere in the house on July 3rd and reappear on July 5th. The dog had a problem with fireworks, not me.
 
We bought some lake property years ago, it was in a small development with around twenty houses on frontage, another five or so on the other side of the road. We spent weekends there, my in-laws had gone in with us. When we first moved in this lovely black Labrador came to visit, she was the sweetest thing. My FIL fell in love with her, we all loved her. We later learned that she lived at the "T" at the bottom of the entrance road to this little development, first house on the right after the left turn to our place another six doors or so down the road. After a few weekends we started noticing that when we made that turn, here she would come from the house where she lived, she would run down the road with us to our place and stay most of the time, going home when we finally turned in. The first 4th of July she came and whined most of the day, very disturbed by the noise, we would comfort her. Her name was Pepper I would guess her age around five or six, just starting to grey the way Labs do around the muzzle. The owner of Pepper actually came down to our place one day to "retrieve" her dog, blaming us for feeding her which we never did. She put a leash on her and walked her home, she eventually came back.
We later learned from another neighbor that the owner's had a couple renegade grandkids that had stuck firecrackers in Pepper's ears which caused her to be terrorized of loud noises. There ought to be a special place in hell or massive Karmic debt for people that mistreat animals in that way. The owners were no saints either, obvious in the way the poor thing would come running when she heard our car or saw us, all we did was love her.
 
I worked in a warehouse on the night shift at a factory. The place was right at the edge of town next to farmland. The farmer had a Golden that would spook during thunderstorms. When there was thunder, I'd put a bowl of water down in the office. Soon enough the dog would be standing in front of the office door. I'd let her in and she'd go curl up under a desk. In the morning the farmer would call and ask if we had his dog. If we did, he'd walk over and get her. Sweet pup, just didn't like thunderstorms.
 
This morning I got up at 6am and went out on the back porch. After last nights assault and barrage I fully expected the neighborhood to look like something out of Palestine or Ukraine. My neighborhood has been taken over in the past 5-6 years by ex Chicago savages. They're fascinated by shiny things, LOUD noises, cars with wheels like swamp buggies and ignoring the law. Last night the street filled up to the brim with cars with Illinois plates. The occupants made their way to 2-3 houses down the street. About 930pm the barrage began and continued until 3am. They fired the loudest aerial bombs I've heard along with something all night that sounded like the 1/3rd dynamite stick like they used to use on the railroad. My 11lb rescue dog I've had since last October took it like a trooper. He slept through all of it except he jumped when a couple 105's landed close. I figure the way things are going celebrating the 4th may be a thing of the past, or maybe I will.
 
Fireworks are generally illegal in FL, except on the Independence Day, New Year’s Eve and Day. Not sure as to which fireworks are ok on those specific days as each municipality has their owe regulations governing what is and what is not permitted. I’m just thankful that last night was stormy and that kept most people indoors.
 
Driving to the gym this morning, I couldn't tell if it was foggy or just left over smoke from all the fireworks last night. :eek:
 
You have not experienced the Celebration of our Nations beginnings until you have spent the evening of the 3rd in Butte, MT. It is difficult to determine when the city/county starts and the neighborhoods slow down some years.
Why the third? Everyone is mostly sober and can then go play on the 4th without worrying when they get home.
 
Growing up in Tullahoma, TN in the early 1960's we had a Dairy Queen on the East side of town where $0.10 would buy cherry bombs, $0.20 a silver salute an a quarter for an M-80. For a couple bucks you got a pocket full of cherry bombs and a soft serve ice cream. Alcohol worked the same way, different source in that dry county. If you had the money, you could buy it, regardless of your age. The local FBI, who would normally be chasing down moon shiners would have to investigate the blown up mail boxes. What a great time and environment to grow up in.
 
This is the quietest year iv ever experienced in this neighborhood.The coppers have drones!! When I was a kid it went on for weeks and I was one of em lol
 
There are too many of us (340 million) living too close together to allow untrained, unlicensed shooting of fireworks. I shot off more than my share as a kid. They don't particularly bother me, but pets and PTSD suffering veterans deserve better.
 
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