The fourth of July has gone from me wanting fireworks, to getting my sparklers once a year, to going fishing (and catching well past my limit) to where I am now.
The years in where I set off whatever had a fuse has turned to me cooking a few slabs of ribs for friends (remember, Pat knows food...just wait for the Thanksgiving posts on Twitter) and then heading to Green Lake nearby to watch the Seattle fireworks. Much more contained, much more safe, and much more legal.
But I get fireworks in another day. And fireworks are cool.