Good Lord! It sounds like the Middle East outside, and that can mean only one thing—our neighbor is setting off fireworks [1]. Sigh.
And to think that Bunny and I specifically drove to Brevard [2] to avoid his Fourth of July show It's not that we hate our neighbor—we don't! He's a lovely guy. It's just that … well … he goes a bit overboard with the fireworks. And it's not like I'm the “get off my lawn!” type of person, but I'm afraid to look outside and find we don't have a lawn!
Jenkies! Did that just hit the house?
I'm hunkering down until next year!