July 4, 2017
When I was growing up, fireworks displays were really something. A big star would explode in the sky, and the audience would say, “Ooh.” All together. The next one would explode and the audience would say, “Ahh.” And that’s how it went, up until the big finale.
These days, the fireworks are so fast that nobody has time for the classics. You can squeeze in a “Wow!”, but not much else. The displays are impressive, but there’s not really time for that total appreciation of each piece of pyrotechnic art.
(Seriously—some of those fireworks are pretty nifty, but since they get shot off two or more at a time, you can’t really get the full effect of the individual pieces.)
That’s progress, I guess.