
Hey, street fireworks guy. You’ve ignited my passion once again -- in addition to a string of seventeen sad sparklers in a row. You put all your limbs at risk -- and for what? Our amusement? Really, no need. Your willingness to take it to the streets after most have gone to sleep inspires. Most people bring back a token sombrero or an illegitimate child from their spring break trip to Mexico. You? You came back with a boatload of illegal explosives. And trust me, there’s nothing people like more than you setting things ablaze in their front yard to commemorate the holiday. But don't worry. You’ll always have a small audience of neighbors at your show -- if just because they don’t want you to accidentally blow up their house pet. So, kudos, freelance fireworks guy. Much like your program, I hope you do not flame out long before your time. See you next year. I’m sure.