Speaking of dirt clod fights, I remember one that was particularly awesome. Awesome until Jimmy Campbell popped up from behind a log and caught one dead square in the eye. That pretty much put an end to DCF's for us.
I live on the edge of a bowl where I can see a LARGE amount of fireworks going off. It's a spectacular sight, and doesn't cost me anything. Sure, I have to pick up the occasional dead rocket body and other trash, but I ofen just mow over it until it gets shredded or dissolves. I don't worry too much about it.
Every 4th I spend a few moments at the height of the carnage and remember what we're celebrating and what it has cost to get here. I imagine the young men, far from home, or especially during our fight for independence from England and on our own soil, to hear and see bombs bursting in air, automatic weapons fire coming in their direction, and what fear they must have felt. Our shooting off FW is a representation of that, and it leaves is mark on the souls of those that understand it. IMHO.
But I understand how some places are not well disposed to allow fireworks, and some just don't feel it.