11:40p.m., July 4, 2018.
As I try to calm myself during this shocking assault, I have to wonder why anybody really thinks this is fun.
I can’t imagine how a veteran of war might feel tonight.
I think about helping my neighbor further sedate her poor dog, to keep away the terror of the explosions. I wonder how many pets have been traumatized and/or lost today.
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What about infants whose tender ears should never hear such loud noises?
I imagine the burden on police, firefighters, the Humane Society, the hospitals, the Parks Department, the air, our wildlife.
How about the people, unable to sleep, who have to get up for work in the morning?
I must apologize to my neighbors for twice shouting my anger at the ceaseless explosions around my home, while watching sparks fly toward dry cedar cones and bark.
There was a grand celebration over Commencement Bay that brought us together for plenty of noise and excitement, rather than creating an imitation war zone.
I only wish our citizens would follow the city’s ordinances against fireworks and noise and be considerate of others.