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 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.)
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 email@example.com, or at Siuslaw News, P.O. Box 10, Florence, Ore, 97439)
20 thoughts on “Wimpy fireworks take excitement out of having facial hair”
An explosive indictment of modern celebration.!
Are you saying I have a short fuse? 😉
Certainly not, sir. Perhaps an inclination to blow things out of proportion.
Don’t get me fired up.
That does it. I’m taking a powder.
Just don’t get lit.
Ha! That would be a blast!
I’m thinking keg party.
I love “when we were young, we didn’t mind losing a few digits” nostalgia.
I long for those days. And digits.
You don’t know what excitement is until you’ve been chased down the garden path in the dark by a jumping cracker … that’s a firework btw.
Thanks for clarifying that. I thought maybe you were jumped by a pasty white guy. I feel just a little safer now.
I was just telling a friend yesterday, that I miss the days of shooting bottle rockets off over the lake. I enjoy the big displays, but rarely spend money on any for home because they’re such a rip-off now. Does that mean I’m old?? Oh no, that means I would rather spend that money on another 30 pack, as opposed to a small paper sack full of fizzle!!
I know what you mean. I haven’t bought fireworks since leaving Georgia. I was so excited to share the sparklers experience with my kids the first year they were really old enough, which was right after returning to Oregon, and then watched them look at me with distrust after lighting one of those stupid wooden incense-sparklers. I was a failure in front of my kids!!
Yep, they look at you like, “Yeah right, guess the “olden days” weren’t so great, huh??” lol
Exactly. I either look like a total dork for thinking those boring sparklers were exciting, or total liar. A no-win situation. At least until I bought those dynamite sticks. NOW who’s exciting, HUH?!?
hahaha. . .Have a great 4th Ned!!
You, too!! And stay away from those sparklers 😉
That shouldn’t be a problem, I think the punk puts off more spark than an actual sparkler! :p