This is how they do New Years in Honolulu. For real.
Any one can buy firecrackers at the store. Lots of illegal aerials, home made bombs, etc. The racket ensues all over town at sundown, mayhem begins about 10pm, dogs barking, car alarms tripped, a grey, acrid gunpowder cloudbank hangs over the city, then all hell breaks loose at midnight as thousands of 10,000 good luck firecracker skeins go off at once, uku-zillion aerials are launched along with the odd gunshot into the sky, tapering down to the occasional cherry bomb at four in the morning to piss off the humbugs. Tomorrow the streets are caked with red firecracker paper, the air still stinks and the letters to the newspaper about
how something should be done begin. Same thing next year.
To All at the Virtual Clubhouse . . .
Happy New Year