Wimpy fireworks take excitement out of having facial hair

First, the good news.

According to the National Council on Fireworks Safety, fireworks-related injuries have dropped by 75 percent in the last decade.

The bad news, as anyone over the age of 30 can tell you, is that today’s fireworks are about as exciting to watch as a pile of smoldering pencil shavings.

For example: It used to be that “sparklers” actually sparkled. They showered the air with tiny crackling embers so bright you could see them through your eyelids. The bravest kids would spin them like propellers, knowing full well their eyebrows would grow back by mid summer.

My kids don’t believe me when I tell them this. That’s because, each July Fourth, they are handed “sparklers” that are basically sticks of incense that smell like sulfur.

No crackle.

No shower of sparks.

Just a momentary flame as the paper wick ignites and then, upon reaching its climactic flash point, fizzles into a puff of flatulent-smelling smoke.

Public service announcement from the National Council on Fireworks Safety: In the event you happen to purchase a defective sparkler and, as a result, find yourself the unwitting victim of actual spark-spitting action, DO NOT PANIC! Call the NCFS hotline immediately so your rogue sparkler can be safely deposited in a special, undisclosed location three miles beneath the Mojave Desert. If there’s no time to drive to the desert because, say… you live in Michigan, you will be instructed on how to disarm the sparkler yourself. This will mean transporting it to an unpopulated area and, utilizing protective gear and the most extreme caution, dipping it into a glass of water.

Several times if necessary.

Those of you who live in Alabama or Tennessee have no idea what I’m talking about. That’s because you have real fireworks. The kind that childhood memories (and a good portion of our nation’s first-strike capabilities) are made of. In addition, the only real restrictions you have are as follows:

1) If a skyrocket is longer than your boat trailer, it must be flagged during transport.
2) You must, by law, inform neighbors when using any fireworks that require a dynamite plunger.
3) Though there is no limit to the number of M-80s you can join together with a single fuse, the Department of Homeland Security warns it can’t be held responsible should your area, as a precautionary measure, be swept with heat-seeking missiles.
4) If you have studded tires, you must remove them.
(This has nothing to do with fireworks; it’s just a friendly reminder from the folks at the Highway Department.)

And lastly,
5) Any and all skyrockets capable of leaving southern air space must be pointed north.

The fact is, even though I whine about having wimpy fireworks here in Oregon, at least we have them. In Georgia, they are illegal. This means watching public fireworks displays or, as many Georgians do, going outside and facing Alabama.

Even though these displays are beautiful, it’s still not the same as being knocked unconscious by a runaway ground flower.

Being as I lived in Atlanta for six years, I can tell you illegal fireworks do make their way across the Alabama border.

This, of course, is a huge problem.

Especially if your boat trailer isn’t big enough.

(Ned is syndicated with News Media Corporation. Write to him at nedhickson@icloud.com, or at Siuslaw News, P.O. Box 10, Florence, Ore, 97439)