This last Saturday night, there were fireworks down by the South Street Seaport. I live right across the river. The view is spectacular, but it is hard to describe how loud these things are. It is thirty minutes of HUGE booms and crackles. It really sounds like an artillery barrage.
After about 10 minutes, I decided to find my camera and go up on the roof, but I walked into the living room to find my cat in the center of the room, and looking distinctly not happy.
He really doesn’t like loud noises. When I play rock & roll, he goes in the bedroom. So, I decided to forgo the movie-making, and hang out with him. There will always be other fireworks.
Here’s a movie of one of his very favorite things - listening to the “Traditions in Swing” program on WKCR. (And no, the cat isn’t fat - it's just the way he’s lying).