The time I nearly blew my nuts off

With Independence Day (in the US) happening this weekend I lit my share of fireworks, along with most of my neighbors, in my little town that goes nuts with them every year. I’ve been thinking about a time (a long time ago) when I knocked myself unconsious and almost lost my right hand doing dumb things with fireworks. Preface: DO NOT do anything I mention in this post. There is absolutely no reason to do any of the totally hypothetical things I mention here. All of this is “fictional” and just a story. You are now not allowed to hold me responsible for anything. Anyway, this is all true. But, we need to travel back in time. All the way to the end of my elementary and middle school years. Let’s go back to the 1900’s. I’m going to do what I can to describe areas in California for folks not familiar with it. I seem to have a fair amount of followers in Europe, so I’ll do what I can. When I was in my “tween” years I lived in Modesto, California. We had a Modesto address, but it was more…