Nate and I were making dinner last night when we heard a series of loud "pops". Now, most suburbanites would probably assume a backfiring car or some such, but of course, we thought they were gunshots. As they say, "You can take the people out of New York, but..."
Turns out someone was doing an enormous fireworks display somewhere very close to us. We could easily see the fireworks over the tops of our neighbor's trees. I took some pictures, but they turned out terrible because our motion-sensor light outside comes on if you so much as exhale in proximity to it, but it was very nice to stand out on the porch and watch the display.
Especially now that we know no one was trying to kill us.
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At least you know what it was from - there were "gun-like" popping sounds when we lived in the North End in Boston and we thought for sure they WERE gunshots - but no cops ever came by - that we saw, anyway. We did live in the Mafia section so they probably took care of it themselves.
Fireworks are awesome.
But I have to admit, that living in the mountains has made me homesick for police sirens, b-boys screaming, and, yes, the gun-fire found in Washington Heights.
You can take the city boy out of the city, but you can't take the city out of city boy.
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