Fireworks are in no short supply in West Point again this summer. And even though I’m in that old geezer era, I really don’t have a problem with that.

Lord knows that when I was a punk I did my share of annoying folks this time of year with what we knew as cherry bombs and M-80s. They weren’t sold legally in Nebraska, but they were in South Dakota, which was just a long fuse from where I grew up. That gave us an ample supply of those destructive little bombs.

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