Well, the gun range would be fun, too, but not if you’re in a lot of pain. Make Busdaddy buy ibuprofen for you!
It sounded like a shooting range at my place last night.
My daughter said, “Is that thunder?”
I listened, and suggested that considering the date, it might be noise from a re-enactment ceremony at Fort McHenry.
Two hundred years, the Brits were showing off their military ordinance, and one of our locals was inspired to write a poem about the incident.
The fort’s up at the harbor. It’s not visible from here, but you can see the rocket’s red glare, and you can hear the thunder, thunder.