NOTHING TO CELEBRATE.

I hate fireworks. Not that I can't appreciate their beauty and spectacle and the sense of celebration that they provide for events like July 4th and New Year's Eve. But the fact that they frighten animals and even cause the death of many birds makes them detestable to me. Tonight is July 4th, 2016, at 10:15 and I am delighted to know that there is a torrential rainstorm outside. That means, of course, that thousands of revelers at various fireworks venues are terribly disappointed. Sorry, but I couldn't be more pleased. There were already enough loud booms around Miami tonight to send  thousands of panicked dogs and cats fleeing to find a place where they felt safe from these explosions. But, happily, now it is quiet except for the welcome rain. Of course tomorrow the news will have its usual reports about celebrants who lost a finger or other body part or are scarred for life from the effects of an ill-timed explosive. Or worse a death because so many idiots shoot bullets into the air never considering where they will land. All tragedies, but none bother me nearly as much as hearing that somebody's dog is missing because it ran away in fear.