Don't worry about a thing. All our windows are shut. We will stay home, cloistered and safe. We close the windows to keep out the stink. Don't worry, it happens every year about this time. We'll get over it, like we always do.
But every year I pray for a downpour, a deluge to deter the firework vandals and it never comes. Tonight is only warm, not hot. With the windows closed it will soon become stifling. Oh well, we'll stay indoors where it is safer, and much more comfortable.
But more than that. It's about the fourth. It's not about celebration of independence or freedom or anything grandiose like that. It's all about noise and glitter and smoke and glory. The glory of war. The shores of Tripoli and the halls of Moctezuma.
But it's 8 o'clock. I better get up and get to closing. Those young vandals are already starting to make their noise.