I love a fireworks display that’s so intense I can literally feel my walls shaking 4.5 miles away.

This is why the woman sitting next to us at the Pops the other night explained, after we prompted her (by saying absolutely nothing and never once looking in her direction) that she comes to Boston every year.  She passes up New York City’s fireworks, which Wikipedia says are the largest in the world (and why would it lie!) just to camp out on the Esplanade and watch Keith Lockhart.