I did come across a bit more like a crabby crank than a curmudgeon there. These are big, M80's on steroids. And at random. They used to start around May or June, and run till August. I think those in charge have put the kibosh on that. Though the huge ones still go off, just not as much. They are kind of cool, on the holiday, or when playing on the golf course, but after midnight a month later, get a bit old. Like I mentioned, it's gotten much better. And I've gotten older too ( :

I am afraid I need quiet to write, maybe a touch ADD or something. Most things distract me easily, either out of "ooh, that's cool" interest, or simply harder to concentrate. So the new band is tough sometimes. I AM getting old, aren't I?

Never seen a dog run toward fireworks. Though Stinky the Cat used to run up to the weed eater, whenever I fired it up. "What's going on here?" Had to shoo her away from that one. Though like so many things in life, it wasn't the obvious that did her in, like messing with the blackberry blade on the Stihl, it was some sort of odd brain cloud. I suppose that is typical of life. Worry about crossing the street, so you dash across, and fall into a manhole.