I am saddened to learn that Rhonda Lynne Flora feels the abolition of fireworks in the city of Vancouver is our saddest, darkest, day (“This is our saddest, darkest day,” July 4, Our Readers’ Views). I thought it may have been when JFK was assassinated, or when the twin towers came down during 9/11.
She states that because she is disabled, she can’t get to the fireworks display at the fort. That is truly sad. Perhaps she should talk to her children about that, or arrange for a taxi or Uber ride.
But as she professes to be a patriot, I would like to invite her to our home. I will take her across the street to meet our 90-year-old neighbor, who served in Europe at the height of World War II. Every year, he is left shaking, and crying in his home, while our neighbors blast mortar shells, bottle rockets that end up setting fire to other neighbors’ shrubbery, and scaring the living sin out of true patriots. Tell me who the real patriot is; I’d say my 90-year-old neighbor.
