I'm not sure about the rest of the Nation, but Montana is one of a few states where for ten days out of the year, (oops make that eleven, New Years Eve also), you can legally blow the crap out of yourself, your neighbors and anyone else you don't really like. It's called the 4th of July Big Bang Bust, and if you can get close enough to light the fuse.......let 'er rip.
Our neighbors decided that this past Saturday night would be a good time to blow up about $2500 worth of heavy artillery shells out on the street and put on a pre-4th show for the whole damn mountainside subdivision. Now you have to remember that it doesn't get dark here until almost 10:45pm so it's a late show you're watching. Trying to get to sleep is impossible.
Mike and his brother, somewhat sane young adults, get the mortar tube set up and the fun begins. Match to fuse....ignition.....run like hell behind Bob's truck.........WHOOOOMP!................BZZZZZZZZ..........KA-BAAAAM!! Beautiful display of colors flow out about 300 feet up. This goes on for about an hour and most neighbors are out watching and clapping.
Except for Old Lady Ratchet who lives on the street above us. About 11:45 she comes down in her car (not the smart thing to do in a war zone) and tells our artillery experts that she's calling the sheriff. Too much noise and she can't hear her TV. (she needs new batteries in her hearing aid)
She leaves and Mike finds the biggest one to set off. This is one of those that the boom rocks your stomach and insides with it's concusion. Just a big bright flash and all the windows around break. He waits for about 5 minutes and let's it rip. Dead silence for 5 minutes then Old Lady Ratchet must have thought she was in downtown Baghdad. FANTASTIC!
The sheriff never showed and Mike and his brother quit. Can't wait until the actual 4th.
Anyone for a Weenie Roast?