Yesterday evening, I was working on something in my home office/man room when I was caught off guard by this weird noise. It sounded kind of like static...or the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor...or an abnormally loud gust of wind. I momentarily wrote it off. But it persisted and I started to grow curious. Then my dog started growling, so I figured I should check it out. I was about to call my next door neighbor to see if the sound was coming from his place, when I started hearing popping noises. As I looked down the hallway towards my bedroom, I saw flashes of light outside my window.
My stomach tightened.
A power line on fire?
No, that wasn't it (though a couple years ago on my block, I did see a power line burst into flames after an errant football throw).
From my bedroom window, I looked up and saw fireworks. Not some lame little firecracker stunt set off by a couple of kids. These were freaking good! Like the kind you see when you actually GO somewhere to see fireworks. And best part of all, I simply had to look out my bedroom window. It was as if they'd set the show up for me.
My dog was flipping out at this point, but I just stood there and enjoyed the show for the next three minutes or so until the fireworks stopped and the sound of police sirens filled the air. What a buzzkill!
I wondered if this little show was going to make the news the next day. You see, in Fishtown, which is technically Kensington, the media references the neighborhood name based on the nature of the story. If it's a positive story, it's Fishtown. If it's negative, it's Kensington.
I can just see the headlines now:
"Kensington Ruffians Set Off Beautiful Fireworks Display in Fishtown"