New Year on Bonaire means fireworks. The dogs don't like it but I do. I'm sure that I've more than made up for my fireworks deprived NJ childhood, so we don't blow up as much stuff as we used to....
But we still have a bag full of roman candles, flying spinner thingies, and mortar shells to shoot off tonight.
Many of the businesses on Bonaire shoot off huge chains of firecrackers at the end of their last business day of the year. Yesterday, NAPA and Tropical Flamingo fired off two crates full of eardrum pounding pyrotechnics.
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