4th of July in September
Ah, downtown living. I snuggled up on the couch with a book and dozed off — early, for a change, at 8:30PM and slept soundly till 10PM, until my girlfriend dragged me up to bed at 10PM. By around 10:30, I was well on my way to the land of gumdrops and pink unicorns (what, you guys don’t dream about those?). That’s when the booms started. Fireworks? In September? Surely not — must be the opening salvos of World War III. And here I am without a compound, like a sucker.
So, I drag myself out of bed, put on a comical assortment of nearby clothes and head outside to “check it out”. Yeah, it’s fireworks. Big ones. Right on riverfront. Apparently the American Pyrotechnics Association (i think) had a conference in town and they held this show. The show lasted until about 11PM.
It was a little weird — there was no one downtown watching it save for the normal homeless, bar-goers and a few cars that pulled off in the circle on 1st and Broad to watch them. And me, in flip-flops, green shorts and a blue polo, scratching my head in confusion. It was a great show. I just wish they had picked a more appropriate time than 10:30PM on a Wednesday. Not to get all Negative Nelly, but this is not the first time I’ve been woken up by fireworks displays on riverfront for this and that.. It’s not a big deal for me — comes with the territory of living downtown. But if Nashville is serious about its commitment to building a residential community downtown, it does make me wonder if the city will need to start getting more strict about these late night, very noisy events.


