We had dinner at a friends house and then I retired to let the girl talk begin. At midnight here in the Azalea District, the neighborhood heated up like Tet.
Easy to tell the sound difference between fireworks and firearms. (Possession of fireworks inside the city illegal as well). You could hear mag changes and revolver reloads. I expected to hear a hot nine hit the metal roof of the house but I guess we were lucky.
Tyler has written laws against this kind of thing, increased the penalties and issues a warning from the police before New Years every December. It only gets worse.
I bet there is a lesson in there somewhere.
Our neighborhood has a lot of Mexican immigrants in the apartments and rental houses. I'm glad they are armed with functional firearms. An impromptu fireworks display that breaks out at the little park on Vine and Lindsey Lane every year. They take the kids. All illegal. Don't seem to worry about ICE.
I thought about stepping out on the third-story stair and putting an 8-ball or Garand in the air, but I've gotten too old and cautious. Plus I wasn't coming out of cover with so much lead in the sky.
Happy New Year! Here we go!
Update: Something very Juan Gaulto about a whole population that ignores the Feds, the locals, the city and the state and just lives their lives as they please. Family folks. Church goers. Gotta love 'em.
Update II: In the 100 arrested cockfighting story, near the end, the Parker County Sheriff Larry Fowler says he had NEVER seen cockfighting in his county before. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Good one!