Cops shooting fireworks?

People these days searching hard for something to Rosie O'Donnell about. Negativity is the new normal.
Start a thread about a positive event and you get crickets.
Post something negative and it’ll go 10 pages.
 
Fireworks are pretty expensive, I couldn’t afford an hours worth.

We don’t even shoot off fireworks anymore. They aren’t allowed in the city limits thankfully.
 
It's pretty quiet in my neighborhood so far. A few gunshots, a couple mortars and some firecrackers was about it. Tonight it may sound like little Beirut though. I'm surrounded by Mexican families and they damn well know how to party loud. One right next door sometimes hires a live Mariachi band and I've learned to sleep through even that. On the rare times I don't get to sleep I have two choices; lie in bed and enjoy the music ot get up, get dressed and go to the party. I have a standing invire anytime they throw one. I don't abuse the privilege.
Paul B.
 
The city police department and county sheriff's office are imploring citizens to NOT call 911 emergency services to report illegal fireworks on the 4th. There's not much that they can do. It sounds and looks like a warzone just about everywhere you look, from sunset to well into the night. Fireworks are cheap in Mexico and tons of them make their way up here.
 
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Wow! That's sure a cop-hatin' leap. Someone shooting fireworks for an hour couldn't have just finally run out...right? OTOH, I'm sure the cop emptied out the back of his patrol SUV, removing his AR, some radio equipment (after all he could still be warned on his pac-set by dispatch who, even though they were miles away in the station, were in on it), his helmet, and tactical gear that they usually store back there so he'd have room to transport an hour's worth of fireworks to that baseball field, and right next to you coincidentally. Yeah, makes sense to risk your job for something like that...right? I mean, with the advent of things like Ring cameras nobody would get it on video and turn it over to the media (who love to get something on the cops) because you couldn't turn it into the police department because everybody on up to the chief was in on it...right? And, BTW, they usually don't respond to fireworks calls with sirens and /or lights. It's not that big of an emergency.
 
It's pretty quiet in my neighborhood so far. A few gunshots, a couple mortars and some firecrackers was about it. Tonight it may sound like little Beirut though. I'm surrounded by Mexican families and they damn well know how to party loud. One right next door sometimes hires a live Mariachi band and I've learned to sleep through even that. On the rare times I don't get to sleep I have two choices; lie in bed and enjoy the music ot get up, get dressed and go to the party. I have a standing invire anytime they throw one. I don't abuse the privilege.
Paul B.
Bring a case of cerveza and enjoy! When we have a party we invite the neighborhood and have a great time. I have the foghorn off a Japanese freighter and I run it periodically through the entire party. It's a hand cranked model and the kids enjoy playing with it. I am working today so no party. Otherwise we would be having a great time
 
I would expect them to go off until at least midnight around here on or near the fourth....

when I was a teenager myself and my redneck nerd club would spend the money we had made the previous month working in the peach packing shed on fireworks and on the night of the 3rd choose up side and have a fireworks battle shoot rockets and throwing bombs at each other.

Heck, most police now have much better stuff they can set off than cheap Chinese fireworks....
 
I heard cops get federal grant money to shoot fireworks during nights the Air Force is conducting experimental UFO flights. Makes the UFOs more difficult for the public to see. You should have seen jet contrails the next morning!
 
my own cops and fireworks short story.
About 25 years ago I was living in Manhattan and walked down the Chinatown to buy some stuff for the 4th. Chinese guys were at every corner running stuff. I tell one of them I’ll take a gross of M-80’s. He’s runs to get it and wait on corner, he comes back a few minutes later with a bag and he’s walking up to me and I see his eyes go wide and he drops the bag and runs like hell. At That instant I turn around and two detectives walk up to flashing their badges and don’t say a word to me reach down and pick up the bag and hop back in the unmarked car that was stopped in the middle of Canal St right behind me and drive off. For their own Independence celebration no doubt.

A minute later the seller comes up to me and demands the $30 for the bag. I said no I’m not giving you anything, I didnt get them. We go back and forth a minute and he agrees to get another bag for his $30. He delivered, he got his 30 and I got my gross. Cost of doing business loss for them but they sell many tons every summer there.
 
I just had to throw some morons out of the hospital parking lot. 4 idiots decided to put on a fireworks display by employee vehicles. Of course I was given some derogatory comments but I made them leave
 
The folks up the road a mile or so were sending up what sounded like 'mortar shells' (I could hear the 'whump' a delay and then the crack of the display) until well into the night. Didn't bother me a bit after the first couple. Went to bed and slept all night.
My butt was dragging from a long day in the wheat field and the neighbors wasting money and having fun wasn't any problem. If this had been happening near the field of bone dry wheat and windrows of straw, I might have made suggestions.
 
If you lived in Utah, you would not only have to deal with fireworks on July 4th but also on July 24th which is celebrated as Pioneer Day.
 
True. I was always taught that 911 was for emergencies, and fail to see the emergency in someone breaking the noise ordinance. My wife is an RN and I get a different perspective of people going with out care because others are tying up our emergency resources with things that should be handled during normal working hours. You had a complaint,
I get it.
In my opinion, not something that warrants a 911 call.
 
It's pretty quiet in my neighborhood so far. A few gunshots, a couple mortars and some firecrackers was about it. Tonight it may sound like little Beirut though. I'm surrounded by Mexican families and they damn well know how to party loud. One right next door sometimes hires a live Mariachi band and I've learned to sleep through even that. On the rare times I don't get to sleep I have two choices; lie in bed and enjoy the music ot get up, get dressed and go to the party. I have a standing invire anytime they throw one. I don't abuse the privilege.
Paul B.
Paul, You need to be friends with them - so you can party with them!
 
I guess life stops because your daughter is sleeping? Sorry it doesn't work that way! Get over it!
I work a lot of 12-hour shifts with varying hours like 3pm to 3am or 5pm to 5am. I swear my neighbor has a camera in my bedroom because as soon as my feet come off the floor and my head hits the pillow he starts to mow his lawn. He mows at least 4 times a week... disturbed sleep is nothing new. But I can sleep in a running engine room or boiler room and as soon as a sound changes I am wide awake.
 
Harley08 said, "Paul, You need to be friends with them - so you can party with them!"

Harley, reread my post. In the last line I said, "I have a standing invite anytime they throw one. I don't abuse the privilege."
Paul B.
 
In 1965 I was 16 years old and had my first summer job. I worked in a warehouse packing packages of fireworks for resale. Because of my age and because I was handling explosives I was paid under the table. My boss was a ex prize fighter Joe Gavras ( NEWSBOY JOE ) and liked kids and later build a boxing gym to help kids stay out of trouble. One day my boss Joe told me and my friend the Buzzard that around this time of the year ( early July ) that lots of fireman and policeman would come by and help deliver fireworks to fireworks stands and stores around the Bay Area and in turn Joe would give them free fireworks. After awhile we see a early Ford Falcon station wagon pull into the parking lot. The driver is a well known local police officer Bill N. Our boss tells me and the Buzzard to load up some boxes Joe has gotten ready for him. After loading the station wagon up, Joe tells me and the Buzzard to go with officer Bill and help deliver and unload the fireworks. It's a very hot day in the Napa Valley and this sounds better than working in the hot warehouse, so we pile in the Falcon and off we go. We are driving thru town and officer Bill pulls over to the curb in front of a small store, gets out of the car and goes in the store. A few minutes later he comes back out carring a large paper bag. He stops at the curb and pulls out two glass quart bottles of Coke Cola and opens them and pours half of the Coke out of each bottle into the gutter. He then climbs back in the car and pulls a quart of whiskey out of the bag and pours a 1/4 of the bottle into each Coke bottle and then hands me one and the Buzzard one and keeps the half full bottle of whiskey for himself. Off we go to make our deliveries. I don't remember anything after that. I wake up the next day in my bed with a bad headache and have no idea how I got there. My mother had been at work and knew nothing of my homecoming.
 
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I guess life stops because your daughter is sleeping? Sorry it doesn't work that way! Get over it!
Yep In 1984 I had to work 11-7am for about 6 months learning computer stuff. Working at night freed up the puters for the day folks. I didn't tell my neighbors to stop mowing, using chainsaws and such.
While in SAC, USAF I also had to work 12-8 shift a lot. They damn sure didn't stop flying those damn loud B-47s and KC-97s during the day so I could sleep. ;)
 
In 1965 I was 16 years old and had my first summer job. I worked in a warehouse packing packages of fireworks for resale. Because of my age and because I was handling explosives I was paid under the table. My boss was a ex prize fighter Joe Gavras ( NEWSBOY JOE ) and liked kids and later build a boxing gym to help kids stay out of trouble. One day my boss Joe told me and my friend the Buzzard that around this time of the year ( early July ) that lots of fireman and policeman would come by and help deliver fireworks to fireworks stands and stores around the Bay Area and in turn Joe would give them free fireworks.
That's great! 👍
 

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