OK, no sane person would call fireworks a sport, but it's a spectator activity, soooo... well, whatever, just keep reading if you want to read my comment.

I am usually too scared to go out to large public gatherings these days, for various reasons you can easily guess. But, there is a hill near where I live, and from the top of the hill you can watch multiple towns having their foreworks displays, all at once, at this time of year. It's pretty cool.

This year I could see at least eight towns having their fireworks displays, all along the horizon. I'm making it sound better than it is, because trees do block some of the fireworks, and also because the fireworks appear very close to the horizon, at a distance. I think some of the towns whose fireworks I was watching are probably fifteen or twenty miles away. I still think it's pretty cool though... you can see at least some bursts of color all along the horizon, and you can even hear the booms from some of the closer displays.

I say that I could see "at least" eight towns, because in one direction I think I might have been seeing two towns, lined up, one in front of the other. It's hard to tell, at a distance.

The two closest displays, and therefore the most impressive, were Boston's Esplanade fireworks, and also the... um... well, another fairly local display, somewhere in or near Brighton, MA. (That's the same Brighton as the Michael Harvey novel called Brighton, if there are any Michael Harvey fans reading this). I'm not sure exactly which display that was, there have been a few of them scheduled in that area, and sometimes they change their schedules a little, so it's hard to figure out online what the hell I was looking at.

Anyway, I wasn't the only one up there, but luckily there weren't enough people present to attract any mass shooter maniacs. Whew. So, I didn't get shot, and I didn't get Covid, as far as I know, and I got to see a shitload of fireworks. So, all in all, a pretty fun night. Had to share.