Fireworks or Money? Which would you have?
I am sitting in my home office watching the fireworks go off in the suburban neighborhood that I live in. It amazes me. Not because of the sparkle and glow of fireworks but because of the money people have spent on blowing stuff up.
And it seriously sounds like a military zone here. Not that I’ve been in a military zone – but it’s non-stop snap, crackle, pop. This will continue until about 1:00 a.m. – if history repeats itself.
I don’t get it. Why on earth do people complain about $5 a gallon gas when I can easily guess that people have spent $500 on these fireworks? I guess maybe that is the ultimate symbol of freedom. Freedom to complain about the price of gas, food, whatever, and then waste money on whatever you want. I’d rather have it this way, than any other way, but still, I don’t get the logic.
I used to love fireworks as a kid. I still do, to an extent. As a child, we used to stand in an upstairs bedroom window and watch them go off at Alpenrose Dairy in Beaverton, Oregon. It was fabulous.
Sigh. Well, at least I can sit in my upstairs window as an adult and watch the fireworks go off in Suburbia. At least it’s not my money. But seriously, folks, if you’re just going to burn it up, how about passing some greenbacks my way first?
I just hope everyone is safe tonight and no one gets injured. My dogs are doing amazingly well, considering last year they were puppies. They’re a bit nervous and staying close, but overall, they’re fine.