When I first moved into this neighborhood in 1999, the neighbors were fireworks crazy at the 4th (and New Year’s, too). I got into it with one of them down the street, pointing out that their fireworks were falling around the house of my next door neighbor who lived alone and was in his 80’s then.
We had a fire in the house behind us another year, during which Dora cemented herself as hero, since she was the one who woke me up, so I could call it in. Two neighbors lost their garages and one of them also lost a very large pecan tree that smoldered for a while and led to another call to the fire department.
Another year, some dipshits rent a house near mine and set off bottle rockets that landed on my garage and in my yard.
I’ve always found it odd that someone would criticize me for my lack of patriotism on this holiday. I’ve spent each one protecting my property. Wouldn’t one think that was more patriotic than going to a music festival? Or a tea party?
To celebrate my fortune of having been born in Texas, USA, I will spend the day preparing my house for the idiots who want to set off their bottle rockets illegally inside the city limits.
Here’s my hope for a safe and happy Independence Day for all.