Fireworks

Fireworks are cool.

Crash boom rah rah rah. All those bright lights, and I'm always hearing the Fourth of July music in my head. Except that they're not exclusively for the Fourth.

They set off fireworks all the time in Sydney. Sometimes on the Harbour Bridge. Sometimes in Darling Harbour. Once, it was some sort of McDonalds convention, and they even had a big M thing in the water. I'm not making this up. Or maybe I made it up then, in my mind, in some weird and distorted dream from which there can be no escape.

New Year's Eve on the Harbour Bridge is spectacular.

The Chinese do fireworks all the time, too. I believe they invented them. When we were young, all the firecrakers and M-80s had Chinese writing on 'em, though that's not really evidence of much, is it?

When I was younger, on Long Island, there was a fireworks warehouse (I want to remember the name as Gucci, but don't they make purses?) that burned to the ground. I imagine that would've been a spectacle all in itself, though probably not fun for the fireworks workers or the firemen who came to tame the flames.