Crazy 4th Again--this time with Fire!

This place again--the state line fireworks warehouse.
We scrambled over here on July 3rd, and it was hoppin'.

Check out this guy's cart piled high with explosives!  Carts like his were the norm. (Though we didn't buy nearly that much.)

I only took a few pictures.  You know, blow up your favorite founding father (there is some kind of double joke/metaphor in here too, as these are presidents whose faces also appear on money), and then the one with the rather dubious--for several reasons--name.

When we went to blow up our fireworks in the street, we realized that we usually don't blast them on the 4th.  We are often traveling, so observe fireworks shows in other places.
So, unlike on New Year's,  a lot of cars kept going by and getting in our way (I'm sure they thought we were in their way), and we had to move to our neighbor's driveway because the trees around our place have too many leaves at this time of year and we needed a clear open space.

Our regular Mr. Fusco came out to watch our antics, and some new people too, who encouraged us.   Two people came out and yelled at us to stop, which I thought was pretty crabby, it being the 4th and all and only about ten o'clock.  But maybe they had scared dogs or something.  When they called out we were on our last one anyway (though it was our biggest with 25 shots).

After everything was done, we left the spent fireworks at the end of the neighbor's driveway, as we usually do (well, we usually use our driveway) and went in.  A few minutes later one of the crabs (it was the flower lady from down the street), knocked on our door and said in a nasty kind of tone, "You're the people who didn't clean up your fireworks and now you have a fire.  A big one!"

Well, I looked out and one of the fireworks had become inflamed (though it was not what I would call a big fire).  I quick went and got a big old towel and went out.

"You just left them here," the crab continued.

"Well, yes," I said, "You can't very well take hot fireworks and put them in a bag and leave them up beside your house!"

A car stopped and a lady rolled down her window.  "Isn't that dangerous?" She said as I swooped out my towel to contain the fire.

The crab, "You bet it's dangerous!"

I pulled out the neighbor's hose and we drenched the whole lot and then put every dripping thing in a bag so no one could complain about a sodden mess in the morning.

In the morning though, Mr. Fusco exclaimed how much he liked our final big firework.  And I was glad.  I liked it too.

Gearing Up for the 4th

This year we are home for the 4th of July.  When we took stock of our fireworks, we realized that we only had several handfuls of firecrackers and some packets of sparklers. This called for some serious action.  Meaning, a road trip over the state line.
The trip takes about an hour.  Right over the state line, there are two major warehouses, one on each side of the interstate highway.  We hit both and hauled in some fireworks.  (Though nowhere near what some were buying.  Seriously, some people had truck beds loaded up.)

I always feel a little angsty at these places because buying fireworks seems so reckless--literally your money goes up in flames!  But, mostly I try to enjoy it and not fret.  

I have never spent even close to this much on fireworks!  But it also thrills me to imagine the wacky possibility of something like 16000 firecrackers going off at once.
I love cruising around looking at the other shoppers and at the names of the fireworks and the hokey artwork on the packaging.  I mean, what really distinguishes one firework from another?  Does the one with images of race cars on it really create a race car like sensation in a way that the one with a killer shark on it does not?  Doubtful.
I also love how every few feet there are No Smoking signs.  I particularly liked this one located near these shopping carts loaded with firecrackers.

Look at all of those packs of firecrackers!  When we buy fireworks here, they always throw in several big handful of these for free.
Of course, we're frequent enough fireworks customers to have special items we always look for or remember to avoid.  This is one of our favorites.

The name of it just cracks me up.
The first time we lit one of these our neighbor was over.  He is a grown up man who like many grown up men I've found, is crazy for fireworks.  We were lighting some smallish ones like this on our driveway.  Well, true to the description, the little wheelie thing spun around sparking and popping and got going so fast it zipped sideways a little and went up--right up the leg of our neighbor's shorts!  Well, that set him to jumping to get the thing out of his pants, and after we all got over our screaming and realized he was okay, we fell to laughing hysterically partly in relief and more specifically because we now understood the name of this firework in a new way.
Every time we see it now we talk about that unforgettable event.
Like underwater firecrackers.  We don't always see them, but when we do, we recall the time that one of us threw one in a lake and just then, before it exploded, a fish darted up and swallowed it.  My son says then the fish exploded into pieces.  I didn't see it, so I always say, "Are you sure?  Really?  I can't believe it. Not really in pieces?"  Which only makes him insist more vehemently that that is exactly how it was--bits of fish floating up in the lake.  Hmmm.

After we bought our fireworks and turned toward the highway to head back home, we stopped at this roadside stand to buy boiled peanuts.

When I first moved to the south, I had never heard of boiled peanuts.  We stopped the car and just like here, people were boiling them in big pots like this.  I was so surprised and put off by the fact that they are scooped up out of hot water right then and there and served to you wet.  The peanuts inside are sort of soft, mushy, and weird.  However--they are crazily delicious too once you get over the unusual texture.
My idea is that you can only ever eat boiled peanuts in the car on the way to or from one place to another.  However many you eat just then is it because you cannot eat them later or after they cool.  Some bars around the city have taken to serving them with beer, but they are not the same as the roadside ones.  Perhaps I am a boiled peanut snob--if there is such a thing.

Make Way for the New Year

Check out this pile of explosives!!  We picked them up from just across the state line night before last.

 We've all been speculating about this one.  Will he spit fire?  Will his eyes pop out or glow?  My bet is that he gets a fiery crown.  (The fuse is on his head, after all).

 I hope Fusco enjoys these and doesn't mind.  One of them alone is supposed to have 25 blasts!

Meanwhile, we are enjoying the sun and dancing around the living room to these hot tunes . . .

Tomorrow we'll eat New Year's good luck foods--collard greens, ham, and black eyed peas (Southern tradition) and lox and eggs and onions (Jewish tradition).  These foods do not make appetizing pictures.  In fact, they took me awhile to even acquire a taste for.  To be perfectly honest, I am not sure I can really eat more than a smidge of lox, eggs, and onions.
Happy New Year!