When I was a kid, my (pot-dealing, irresponsible as hell) grandmother would take me fishing early in the AM. Before the sun would come up, sometimes we’d set off roman candles in a line. She insisted that I be several yards away, the roman candle be properly set up on level surfaces, everything by the book.

My ‘responsible,’ upper class inlaws have a 4th of July party where all the kids and grandkids are given roman candles to hold in their hands, with the instructions “try to point them away from people.” Of course they hold them in their dominant hands, too. Sigh.