You know you’re in the West when on NPR, the local police chief advises the inhabitants of your (densely populated) surroundings not to “celebrate the New Year by firing their guns in the air” because “the bullets will come down somewhere and might do harm”. Hardly any rockets around here, by the way, they are much too dangerous. All this reminded me of a song about a fellow German expat, who put it so well: Once ze rrrrockets are up, who cares where zey come down? Thatz not my department, says Wernher von Braun.
Happy New Year!