I suppose I don't really understand fireworks. in Vancouver, WA you can purchase crazy levels of fireworks including something called an "M-1000" and set them off during the week before and the week after July 4th. what this means is that everyone in a 50 mile radius interested in pyrotechnics moves to Vancouver for the 10 days around the 4th and sets off fireworks starting in early evening until about midnight. The guy who sells the fireworks gives 250K to the city every year, which they use to fund the big fireworks show downtown on the 4th. with this graft in place—oops, sorry, I meant respectable capitalist exchange there, not graft—the practice will likely continue for many years.
so there are three guys who hang out, shirtless, setting off huge bangs and firecrackers literally on the pavement outside our front door every night. Luke is not amused. he is, however, smart, and thus realizes that the safest place in the house is in the basement underneath the bed. we haven't seen him much the past few nights. I hear his reaction is similar to Adam's on the 4th—when one hears large bangs, one should scream and get as far away from them as possible. this is smart. rules to live by. hide under the bed.