It pains me to say it, but the jerk saved the day

One of the few clear shots

Smoke gets in our eyes (ha!)

The fireworks at Kirby last night were probably very nice to people sitting almost right under them. But because of the drizzle and heavy air, the smoke didn't dissipate, and our view from the other side of Market Street was quickly distorted.

And then the neighbor lit his display.

The guy is a real piece of work. He has a dog he walks several times a day and kudos to him, he actually picks up the waste! So many people don't, so it is much appreciated. Problem is (was), he would then drop the entire bag down into the sewer, right through the grate. When we called him on it, he called us trailer trash. He's the one being a pig, but we're trash. Riiight. There have been other exchanges with him, equally as pleasant - and it isn't just us. Other neighbors have had run-ins with him.

So it's hard for me to admit it, but he "saved" the 4th for us.

The guy spent some money and everyone on the dike had a front row seat to a display that rivaled the Kirby show (from where we sat). He even cleaned up when it was over (another point of contention from the past).

Now I have to think of a nicer nickname for him, darn it.