Remorse

I would like to formally apologize to all the neighbors I no doubt terrorized on every July 4 night from about age 6 until 14.  At least I had finished up shooting my little brown bag of firecrackers, fountains, bottle rockets, smoke bombs, and Roman candles by 10 p.m. or so each time.  However, the compact nature of rows of city streets packed with 1,000 square foot, single garage houses, sitting about 12 feet apart from each other really was not an environment conducive to such activities.