I’m sure on July 5 and Jan. 1, your mailbox is full of letters furious about another night’s lost sleep, frantic pets and weepy toddlers. I lost last night’s sleep, too, because one of my less considerate Lacey neighbors felt too happy to believe the city’s fireworks ban applied to him and his pals.
Tonight, he has found dozens of like-minded individuals around our neighborhood, as bottle rockets and Roman candles have been banging steadily since 8 p.m. As I write (11:45 p.m.), the noise continues in the most aggravating way possible, at six or eight-minute intervals. Just when you think they’ve run out of ammo, the sky lights up, the peace is shattered, and the cats dive under the bed and recommence fighting.
Most alarming was the oddly prolonged ember that drifted very slowly up from some yard, over rooftops and the street, over my driveway and roof, over our yard and the street behind us. I watched it out of sight, hoping the next noise in the neighborhood wouldn’t be the sound of fire sirens in The Priory’s woodland.
The police operator who logged my complaint at 10:30 or so sounded weary. Plainly lots of us preferring a quiet night over the barbecue to illegal fireworks can still get pretty exasperated. I bet we’ll still be awake calming pets and kids long after the fire kings have fallen asleep.
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