Normally I would not attend July 4th fireworks shows because they  glorify war and the decibel levels  trigger the nightmarish flashbacks of war veterans suffering from PTSD,  negatively impact all who must endure autism,  freak out house pets and  spook the crap out of living in the wild creatures… great and small.
Beyond that are the air quality issues caused by  the traffic jams (both before and after) and  the nasty chemical composition of the fireworks themselves. On this particular night there was so much smog that it actually “seeded” the clouds and caused brief rain showers.
Additionally, the bumper to bumper, snail’s paced traffic also made life difficult for one team of ambulance paramedics. One can only hope their patient made it to the hospital before it was too late.
So why did I even bother attending my hometown’s 15 minute long festivities? Because I could not avoid them… the pyrotechnics people had practically set up shop in my own home’s backyard (in actuality… at my stone’s throw away, once-upon-a-time high school’s football field).
All fhe while I was typing this (about an hour ago) the low engine rumble and honking horns were further disturbing the peace as their owners continued filing out and heading for home.
Oh, btw… the visual aspect of the fireworks was stunningly beautiful.
One has to wonder if such an assessment… a mere footnote… makes any of this worthwhile.
About the only way this would become a rewarding, enriching experience is if it heightened genuine patriotism and inspired parent / children teaching moments re the importance of empowering wise presidents who… when settling international conflicts… will always rank warfare dead last.