I got in bed after 11 p.m. on July 4th. The war zone explosions kept us out in the backyard, keeping vigil like a World War II bomb-watch brigade.
Although people in Fresno, and elsewhere, are bitterly complaining about prices of everything, these same people have large amounts of money available to buy anything they want, whether it is high-priced gas for their new cars, plane tickets to vacation getaways, expensive meals at restaurants, and $800 fireworks packages. Now, those are the safe and sane variety and there were many, but what really blew us away were the professional grade, bombs-bursting-in-air variety. These cost far more.
The Fresno Police and Fire Departments had threatened to fine those who were setting off any explosive that left the ground (that’s all of them, even the safe and sane), there were far too many for the patrols to find and write a $1000 ticket. Besides, the attitudes of these pyromaniacs was that they were just entertaining their dear families and friends. It’s all good fun, and should we be fined, it’s part of the whole cost of the party.
The sparks rained down on us, and I found lots of detritus from the exploding devices in our driveway this morning. Not on our street, but in other parts of the city, cars caught on fire because they had been left outside, on the streets. Ours were garaged as they always are. Car alarms went off all evening due to the loud explosions. The cats were terrorized. My anxiety was off the charts. Never has it been this overwhelming.
Will the city make changes for next year? Nope. Police and fire will warn people. The people will pay no attention. The illegal fireworks are very easy to procure. They provide lots of bang for the buck, and people have the buck to send up in flame. I will be a year older and it will rattle my nerves. It’s only one evening in a war zone.