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In the summer of 1978, having driven I-80 coast-to-coast enough times in the preceding couple of years that I was literally [in the technically correct use of that term, unfortunately] prone to falling asleep at the wheel while gazing out at the endless, flat fields and fields of wheat, my wife and I decided to drive the "southern" route -- i.e., I-40 -- coming back from law school on the east coast to a summer associate position in L.A. Thus, we drove east to west through Oklahoma, and I was left with two indelible memories. First, not too long after entering Oklahoma, we went through a thunder shower of Biblical proportions that, within seconds, was dumping so much water on our car that I was forced to pull over to the side of the freeway for several minutes. I've been in plenty of blizzards in the Sierras over the years, but I'm not sure I've ever experienced driving conditions as extreme as those couple of minutes on I-40 somewhere in Oklahoma.
The second memory is of the numerous fireworks "emporia" we passed. Back in those much more innocent times, the idea of stopping at freeway turn-offs to purchase brobdingnagian amounts of explosive devices of all types was interesting to me as a native Californian [indeed, there were a number of places out here that offered "safe and sane" fireworks for the weeks leading up to July 4th]. But the places I saw in Oklahoma looked like permanent establishments, and the selection of merchandise was...stunning! In any event, somewhat to the consternation of my wife, I insisted on going into one of these places and buying a rather large pack of 2" firecrackers. How large? Well, virtually every year since I have made it a point to set off at least one string on New Year's Eve and one string on July 4th, with the occasional string for a special event mixed in from time to time. At last check, I'm still good to go well into the 2020's. The yield rate on the strings is declining a little bit, but it's still good enough on New Year's Eve to let the neighbors know precisely when midnight strikes. I [and they] have Oklahoma to thank for that over thirty years later...
And, since we'll be driving to Phoenix and won't have to worry about airline issues, no reason why that can't happen this New Year's Eve, too, I guess...