The Fourth Of July has always been one of my favorite holidays…
Ah yes, the fireworks. If you’re a guy you remember the M-80‘s and Cherry Bombs. The good fireworks were always illegal, so those were the fireworks we always wanted. And somehow we’d end up with a box or two of them. They were like 20 firecrackers rolled into one.
It was almost like dope back in the day….
Who had them? Where did we need to sneak off to get them? I knew DAD WOULD FND THEM and so it was. Good old dad to the rescue. How in the world did that man know where to find these illegal beauties? I never did know.
Now the cherry bombs looked nice, but were not as powerful as the M-80’s. So if you were cool you’d light one of those bad boy and throw it up in the air as far as you could send that bomb. The blast came seconds later, a puff of smoke, a loud blast, heaven.
And the fuses on these two little devils were like dynamite. Long green stems. Yep, a simple firecracker punk wouldn’t do, you had to use a cigarette or a lighter.
We’d save the M-80’s for last.
And as we became teenagers, the cherry bombs and M-80’s were kinda the equivalent of "Can I buy you a drink" to young girls. They’d act scared and stand behind you and watch you throw them. They put their hands over their ears but still watched. It kinda turned them on.
Remember how’d you’d save about 10 or 20 of them to fire off on New Year’s Eve? Or blow up mailboxes on Halloween? Yep, those were special firecrackers alright.
I had a couple bad experiences with M-80’s and Cherry Bombs.
I remember when I was about 10 and my dad was throwing them one after another. He only let me do about every fourth one and one of the cherry bombs had a very short fuse. But why waste it? I took a firecracker punk and jammed it into the cherry bomb and it still didn’t light.
Not until my dad Stan, picked it up to see what was up.
Then, BOOM! It tore up his thumb and hand.
I got the crap beat of me for that one but I deserved it. Man, that must have hurt.
I learned how to time fuse the M-80’s and Cherry Bombs. One day a couple older kids took me to the Plaza Movie Theatre to see a new film called "What’s New Pussy Cat" with Woody Allen. I had a couple M-80’s. I wanted to show off for my older pals, David and Brian Haken.
So I took my little bombs, some cigarettes and went into the bathroom. I lit the smoke and fixed it as a fuse so it would burn down in time and blow up the M-80. Then I set up two of them and went back and sat down in the movie.
About five minutes later…KAA-BOOM!
What was cool then was a moment later a second KAA-BOOM!
There weren’t many peoiple in the theater, but those that were there moved out to the lobby until the danger had passed. I got away with that one, but I bragged about it to Brian and David and they were pissed and never took me with them anymore.
Guess someone could have gotten hurt, but as a kid, I was thinking, "Nah, nobody is gonna take a poop in this toilet today." And they didn’t.
Today I just watch other people shoot off the fireworks.
I guess it’s like being at a concert out in the crowd, shooting fireworks finally lost its fun to me.
Like too many other things we grew out of as time moves forward.
M-80’s,Cherry Bombs once ruled my holiday world but sadly, no more.