Saturday night we excitedly witnessed the fireworks kick-off the Kennedy Center’s Festival of China. Celebrating a friend’s thirtieth birthday from a hotel suite in Foggy Bottom, we were perfectly positioned for an impromptu view of the finale. It caused my friend to scream and jump up and down with glee, but apparently not all were made as happy – the Post reports today that many residents freaked out, fearing it was a terrorist attack.
Reading the article I scoffed at how nervous we’ve become and how sad it is that the simple pleasure of watching fireworks has been hijacked.
Until I remembered my own freakout and outrage at the unannounced fireworks that greeted Mexican president Vicente Fox at a state visit to the White House a few weeks before 9/11, and felt a bit sheepish.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs