Foreign Fireworks

On our way down I-29, we stopped at the wonderful barns of explosives.  James and Jesse spent over 200 dollars on these dangerous devices.  I found the entire experience quite odd.  I never played with fireworks as a kid, and have only used them a couple times since.  I guess the metaphor of "blowing your money" becomes a little too close to reality when you actually explode the products you buy.

I was further mystified by the lack of directions on any package.  I don't know what these firework names mean, so when I see a box with "Shock and Awe" on it, I have no idea what it will do.  Will it shoot artillery, sparks, or just explode?  I guess the natural plan of lighting and run away is nice, but I'd like to know the distance necessary.

Sometimes I forget that America's favorite childhood activity is also a population control mechanism.  Far too many stupid people survive childhood and go greek.