Tents

Tents are springing up everywhere.  It is the weekend before the 4th of July in Wisconsin.  Every tent is selling fireworks, of course.  I assume that you need a license to sell fireworks but they must be easy to get with the number of tents.  The radio advertises the "Celebration Station" on a major intersection 70 and 27.  They specialize in the BIG and LOUD, the announcer says.  I want to know where the small and quiet fireworks tent is.  I probably won't buy any from tent named Three-Fingers Mike. 

Even though I grew up in Illinois where fireworks are illegal, I always had an ample supply.  I have fond memories (age 7-8) of sitting on a tree stump with my best friend lighting individual firecrackers and throwing them.  Over the years Case and I have spent some hard-earned money on fireworks and enjoyed them.  Now that we can do it legally, we have stopped buying them.  One of our neighbors does up a very large display.  Boats come from every part of our chain to sit in our bay to watch them.  They honk their boat horns until he begins the show.