A day of steady rain with lowering clouds as darkness approached meant no (professional) fireworks for us last night.  After waiting half-an-hour beyond the scheduled 9:47 start time, the sponsors announced^[1] they would hang it up and try again tonight.  (And no wonder: It’s hard to see fireworks shot off the top of a 36-story building when the ceiling is 500 ft!)

While dropping my date off, noted (with approval) that the neighborhood amateurs were doing their best to make up for the “silence of the pros.”


LATER:  Figures:  It’s all Tam’s fault.

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