Is nothing sacred?

Last year I complained because the local fireworks show was staged on July 3^rd. I learned later that this was done so as not to conflict with the fireworks display of the next little mountain town up the highway. The towns had agreed to alternate their 4^th of July fireworks every year, so locals could view both and every other year each town would have their display on the 4^th.

So, imagine my surprise when the fireworks hit the sky above South Fork this year at 10:15 p.m.—on July 2^nd!

There’s just so much wrong with that. I mean, I could make allowances for an Independence eve display, but to move it two days away? What the heck is up with that?

In the United States we’ve messed around with holidays for our convenience, moving several to Mondays so we could have extended weekends. But there are a few holidays when that just does not happen: Christmas, New Year, Veterans Day—and the 4^th of July!

So give me a break, I don’t care what the excuse is, you might as well shoot off the fireworks on October 4^th.

And what’s with the deal at 10:15 at night? Is it fireworks for adults only? This isn't Alaska; we’re not dealing with a midnight sun. (Come to think of it, do they shoot off fireworks on the 4^th in Alaska?) That’s way past most kids' bedtimes. So what about them?

You know what? I just don’t care anymore. They can just go and sit on the fireworks—and then light them off!

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