Bird droppings

Taking changelingjane home after fireworks was interesting. There were fireworks all over the place. The fog was so thick that we couldn't see more than 10 feet in front of us. As we drove around, there were bangs and shots and all sorts of noises. People standing next to fireworks of some sort would manifest out of the fog like ghosts. The street was littered with bottle rockets, fire crackers, and other things. People would set off their rockets while we were passing. It felt like being in a war zone. As changelingjane left the car, we were joking around, screaming and pretending we were in a war zone. "Tango Foxtrot Charlie! GO GO GO GO!!!!! DUCK!" changelingjane dived, ran up to her front porch, rolled behind the porch banister thing, and peeked out, holding her umbrella like a gun and pretending to shoot at the people that were setting things off. It was scary and amusing, all at the same time. :-D