I don’t know if this qualifies as a miracle, exactly. But it definitely can be in the categories of the unexplainable and the unexpected.
One of the major gripes for years has been the annual catastrophe (and cacophony) of noisy, illegal and dangerous fireworks in the first week of July.
For as long as I can remember, Orange County – and especially my home of Garden Grove – has been Ground Zero of unlawful pyrotechnics, the bane of military veterans, canines and anybody who prizes a normal night’s sleep and their shake shingle roof…