I listened to them blowing off fireworks late into the night and in some incomprehensible way the word fireworks can't even be uttered at the trial. All the spent fireworks in the pictures were blackened out.  It was hot, windy and damn dry. I thought to myself. "Who'd be stupid enough to be shooting off fireworks in this weather?"  The next morning we all found out.  
I'm looking at all that burned black spruce right now.  I can't write what I really think.