Well, folks. Here’s a cheers to you having a weekend full of beer, bratwurst, and smuggled explosives. Are fireworks legal anywhere these days? I mean, besides those godforsaken wastelands where people have to drive in order to buy them? I’m not feeling all ranty about the subject or anything (I really don’t care), just kind of curious. This time of year always makes me long for the days of blowing shit up on my friend’s CO dairyfarm. There was a long list of crap set ablaze with roman candles and gasoline that summer, including a decade-long abandoned Hyundai. Don’t look at me like that. I’m not a redneck. I just don’t like Hyundais.
Here in Chicago, it always makes me jumpy to hear fireworks. Too many gunshots in this city to feel completely comfortable with random explosions. But, I suppose the kids here have to take their fun where they can get it. It’s not like there are any places to have a good old-fashioned Ford Fiesta bonfire in the inner-city. Actually, I take that back. See below.
I took this pic the morning after it happened this past winter. Were renegade sparklers and everclear the culprits of this oversized trashcan fire? Who knows. In this town, it gets so damn cold I’d probably consider doing the same if I ever forgot to pay the heating bill.
Anyhow, happy Friday. Go drink and be merry. And have a nice 4th of July weekend. Even if you aren’t a Yankee, you don’t need any patriotic excuses to crack open a frosty brew and lounge on the porch in your underwear.
Beer: Bell's Two Hearted Ale
Music: Georg Telemann