I hate the Fourth of July–not for what it represents, but for how it’s celebrated. I love professional fireworks, but the personal explosives detonated by children and inebriated adults frighten me. Why not just give them all guns?
This year, my wife, my daughter and I went to a friend’s house for ice cream and a view of the city fireworks display. On the way out, we drove past a park where young men fired roman candles into pine trees. When we returned late that night, smoke drifted over the streets and our neighborhood smelled like a war zone.