“I love the smell of black powder at night”

I think I'm resigned to the fact that every January 1^st and July 4^th I have to suffer living in a war zone. Unlike past years [1], Bunny and I decided to head outside and at least enjoy the show. The most impressive ones were at the other end of our street—huge ones shot perhaps only a couple hundred feet if that, in the air, with the embers nearly hitting the nearby roofs still lit accompanied by the loud thunderclap a second or two later.

Ouch.

Other than the loud explostions all around us, it was otherwise a quiet New Year.

Yeah.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

=> [1] /boston/thisday/01/01

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