The West Seattle Blog had a post yesterday about some of the fires that seem to have been caused by fireworks, and I was lucky enough to be the first commenter on the string. Here's what I said:
Down in Delridge, the constant fusillade of explosions lasted for well over an hour, and woke our newborn (which was very frustrating, as it’s a trick to get him drowsy on a quiet night these days). Both my wife and I agreed this will be the last July 4th we stay at home in West Seattle unless something seriously changes in the attitude toward personal fireworks (i.e., a city-sponsored education campaign about the dangers, illegality, and noise pollution that these things cause). I never thought it would come to this, but it looks like I’ve become a grumpy old man. Kids’ll do that to you.
Many folks agreed with me (and Mrs. F had a meeting this morning with several folks who live in West Seattle who also shared this sentiment), but here's the best counterpoint to my grumpy whining:
Agen, you sound like your own baby that woke up. Quit your crying. Is this not America? Land of the free and home of the brave? 1 day a year where people can let loose with fireworks. I’ll light off fireworks for the rest of my existence. I have an idea, maybe you whiners should all move to Canada. How does that sound?Well, maybe I won't move to Canada, but I'm seriously thinking about vacationing in Victoria next July 4.
