Fireworks aren’t a welcome spectacle

Monday, July 17, 2017

I have to take issue with Chris Collins’ salvo of support for Greenfield’s Beacon Field fireworks display.

Anyone who has been in or near combat knows the relentless, blinding rain of terror that comes with the “rockets’ red glare.”

Anyone who lives with post traumatic stress disorder, or cares about someone who does, knows what it is like to spend that life anticipating the next concussion — a blast can’t be ignored, escaped or denied.

Anybody with a shred of empathy for the people of Mosul, Raqqa and Aleppo should be able to imagine how painful fireworks can be — not to mention the endless informal and illegal display that takes place throughout this town seemingly without any kind of official intervention.

I don’t care about whatever minimal bump the fireworks may offer to the local economy — lots of communities have generic fireworks, and they are never worth it, except to the fireworks companies.

I don’t care about the awe and wonder that folks may think they see in their children’s eyes — it’s never worth it, unless these kids are being groomed for the shock and awe of combat.

I don’t care that someone, somewhere will claim to have been in battle and to still crave the stench of black powder and C4 — it wasn’t worth it, whatever and wherever it was.

The only thing that annoys me more than the fireworks panhandlers who ply our main intersection looking for a handout, is the prospect that the town might somehow allocate public money to something that is so wasteful and shameful.

Even my dog, who has spent much of the fireworks season under the bed, has more sense than that.

Wesley Blixt