of the bombs going off. We have these yay-hoos around here who get ahold of these enormous concussion bombs. For the last two weeks of June until a few days past the 4th of July, they shoot them off, reaching a crescendo on the 4th (today). I don't begrudge them their fun - I like explosions and fireworks as much as the next guy - but some of these belong on a restricted artillery range, not in a residential neighborhood with children and dogs around. Our dog will not go outside unless he is physically carried. When they go off he cringes and slinks under something, and he trembles and shakes for a long time afterwards. He spends most of the day in the basement, but they're even loud down there. Fireworks are illegal here but the cops are pretty helpless 'cause they shoot and run, and there are so many. If they catch them it is pretty much random luck. What we need is a neighborhood patrol. If we had enough people out strolling around with cell phones, to snap pictures and call the police, we could put a stop to this. Maybe I'll try to organize it for next year.