. Can I steal a heartwarming Lake Woebegone tale and pass it off as mine?
Nothing of the sort, Martin. (We do in fact hold our own secret ceremony to celebrate that some pesky, beardie, holier-than-thou puritan types once left on sailing boats to Christ-knows-where, but we're not meant to tell you about that.)Hah, I am expecting a shortage of posts. Years ago I was warned some of y'all still hold a grudge regarding this fun Holiday.
For a kid, there's nothing quite like blowing things up!
Back in the 60s fireworks were illegal in Chicago and many states just had sparklers. In the southern hillbilly states the assortment was much better than most and plenty dangerous. Cherry bombs and silver salutes (M-80), plus two shot aerial bombs were around if you asked.
There was also a guy who stopped at local gas stations around the 4th who made his own explosives and sold em to us and other guys. Quarter stick of dynamite that would make a large hole just sitting on the ground going off. No directed force at all. It was a good idea to use those all up and not store any in the house.
Plus, it was always in the summer! I mean jeez, it's a perfect time to be outside anyway. Plus, those icky girls don't like doing any of this stuff. Like a boys only club.
I've loved the stories told by Keillor , one of the best things about your country after football
Funny, but I just saw he's gonna do one final episode and that's it.
There's an author named George Plimpton who wrote a LOT of different stuff and was also nuts about fireworks. Wrote a good book on the subject and was elected New York Commissioner of Fireworks, whatever that was.
I heard of him!
... at a barbershop turned Hair Salon and run by 'Mr Ralph'.
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