What turns sane folks into lunatics?

It absolutely defies logic that otherwise “normal” neighbors can act so exceedingly irresponsible on the Fourth of July.

We moved into a lovely neighborhood in Snohomish last fall. Relatively new homes, nice kids, well maintained yards and on a dead-end street. We expected the usual and typical sporadic firecracker and maybe a “fire spouting cone” or two. We also, hopefully, expected the noise would abate at 10 p.m. when the televised firework displays would start.

Boy, were we disappointed when the noise and skyward shooting fireworks started a couple of doors down, before dusk, and continued until midnight! (I’m sure these folks don’t own a cat or dog, or it would have become immediately obvious the discomfort they were causing.)

I think it was between 10 and 11 p.m. when I became quite concerned for the safety of our house when Roman candles and skyrockets flew toward and over our property. I wonder if these people watched the numerous TV reports of houses burning because of errant fireworks!

This morning when I went out to pick up The Herald, I discovered three remnants of charred fireworks on our porch.

John A. Moll

Snohomish