She should just move to Maryland.
People here buy them from the numerous stores set up right across the state lines and bring them back, although NOTHING is legal here beyond sparklers and “snakes”.
We have people up on the dry ridges and thousands of acres of woods, setting off huge weapons grade fireworks like they use in the legal public fireworks displays every year and not one LEO or fire marshal cares.
I spend that whole week praying they don’t set the ridges on fire and burn us out.
They're prolly fretting over which households have more than 3 guns.
Even in the 50s California was ‘safe and sane’ fireworks only. Sparklers and snakes were about all you could get. People would go to T.J. for real fireworks like firecrackers, bottle rockets and such. Even shooting them into the ocean from a beach could result in arrest.
I couldn’t believe what was legal when I first moved to MO.
But with California being always on the brink of major fires, it sort of makes sense.
Joe Dirt:
So you’re gonna tell me that you don’t have no black cats, no roman candles, or screaming mimis?
Kicking Wing:
No.
Joe Dirt:
Oh come on man. You got no lady fingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, zippity do das, or crap flappers?
Kicking Wing:
No, I don’t.
Joe Dirt:
You’re gonna stand there, owning a fireworks stand, and tell me you don’t have no whistling bungholes, no spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker doos, hoosker donts, cherry bombs, nipsy daisers, with or without the scooter stick, or one single whistling kitty chaser?
Kicking Wing:
No... because snakes and sparklers are the only ones I like.
Joe Dirt:
Well that might be your problem, it’s not what you like, it’s the consumer.
In SC I lived in an apartment right overlooking the main street intersection downtown. The Police department was across the street , the fire department was one street over. I took my kids into the parking lot behind the building and shot off some fireworks, as police cars came by, they would wave, and the firemen on duty went onto the roof to grill for the 4th, and one came by to ask if they could have some bottle rockets. I gave a pack to them, and they shot at police cars that were parking . A good time was had by all. My kids loved it, it was in 2001, and the world was different.
Every 4th of July you'd think my neighborhood was the Somme in 1916 with shells bursting everywhere. There's so much gunpowder smoke it looks like a light fog and the smell lasts for days.
Come on down to WEST Virginia ... the ridges aren’t dry and the fireworks are legal.