Every time I drive down I-95 and see the Holy Sombrero rising above the plains of Dillon County, I get a little misty-eyed thinking about my wonderful 7 1/2 years in South Carolina.
God bless SC, a state where it’s perfectly OK to blow yourself up to your heart’s content every July 4 and New Years Eve.
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I used to get to the Carolinas pretty often and I always stopped there. I never bought fireworks because I was never there the right time of the year, but they do have a great stand. A good old-fashioned tourist trap and a sight to see at night.
Here in the Southwest with extreme drought conditions, setting off fireworks is a sure way to start wildfires.
My very favorite was a little shop in Northern Missouri. It was on a “back” road, but since Iowa is a fireworks nanny State they still did plenty of business.
Anyway, this is a family run joint...the owners house is less than 20-30 yards from this large building full of fireworks. The one day that I stopped in there, it appeared no one was there...suddenly someone appeared at the Counter...he had been taking a nap on the floor. In the middle of the store was a table, with a huge ashtray; overflowing with hundreds of butts. Not something often seen in a fireworks shop.
The guy was helping me pick out some good fireworks, and described one as “super-loud...we set them off outside the kids’ windows once in the while if they don’t get up for school.”
Kid you not...loved those people...LOL!