Tonight, I sit on my patio as the light goes out in the neighborhood sky and listen to fireworks all around. Kids, mostly, with M-80s and bottle rockets, or whatever they use nowadays. It all sounds the same: crack crack crack. Wide eyes turned skyward, shrieks of joy and astonishment. It's the special night each year you get to set them off without driving your neighbors shrieking into the cellar or a bunker. That's freedom, right?
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