It was a few months after I bought my apartment when one night I hear a very loud POP! POP! POP!
Oh my G-d, I am thinking, this is the sound of a semi-automatic weapon. After all, there had been — and not that long ago — a drive-by shooting — and still this is unsolved — just down the street.
I rush to look out the window —
Now heaven forbid you would hear the guns firing, you must never, ever, not under any circumstance, go by the windows where you could be hit by the straying bullets. The floor is where you should go. Lay down and stay down.
Anyway, foolish me, I run to the window. I am expecting the worst. But to my surprise — to my very delighted surprise — it turns out that from my living room I have a view of the fireworks by Stanford!
So come. Enjoy the show. We’ll climb up onto the roof. We’ll sing the star spangled. We’ll cheer the bombs bursting. We’ll toast the rocket’s red glare.
And then tomorrow, we’ll go back to being our normal pacifist selves.
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