Last night had makings of quintessential winter evening. Snow falling softly outside, casting its quiet promise of closing schools today...Tree sparkling...Corny contemporary holiday special on TV. Children up past bedtime eating popcorn. Fireworks exploding in the sky.
...say what?
We thought the booms meant hunters at first - too close for comfort hunters, skulking in the darkness, firing at whatever is open season right now. Byproduct of living so far from civilization, recognition of occasional sound of shotguns firing in the distance.
But this was really close. And it's dark out - hunters don't hunt in the dark, do they?
Then we saw the showers of color in sky over neighbor's house.
This particular neighbor, we have nicknamed him The Answer. As in: whatever crazy, noisy, unbelievable thing you see happening out the window, whatever time of day or night, when you find yourself asking "Who is doing that?" The answer is always the same.
It's him.
So we enjoyed a good fifteen minute...um...holiday display from the warmth of the sofa. Never a dull moment with that one.
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