The summer fireworks season is upon us, and I’m already seeing plans for huge block parties with massive fireworks plans. I used to love them. My childhood stocking at Christmas was packed with them. It wonderfully stank of them.
Now I have friends who are veterans with PTSD, and fireworks are a major trigger. They suffer through every New Year’s Eve, Memorial Day, you name it. Being kind and considerate towards people who served the U.S. means more than my love of blowing crap up.
What once seemed like good, harmless fun terrorizes my friends. My right must come second to theirs.
So please, y’all. If a veteran puts out a sign in their yard pleading no fireworks, don’t feel like it infringes on your rights. Be grateful that veteran donned a uniform to keep us free, be mindful of how they might suffer, support our veterans not only in word, but deed. And gratitude.
In the decluttering of a Baby Boomer and Minimalist home when setting fire to the house and collecting insurance sounds freaking good. I’m there.