You know that you're having real fun when the cops or fire dept. show up to see what all the noise and smoke is about!
My Dad had the best one. He and my uncle were kids in the 1950s, and spending the 4th of July at my grandparent's cottage on the Allegheny River. The river is real wide where they were at, and there's cabins and cottages on one side and railroad tracks on the other. My Dad and Uncle Ken went to some hardware store, and bought a bunch of fireworks that he said looked like they were from the 1920s or so. They had huge rockets and those old pinwheels that spun around.
So they're lighting these things off, and they see a train coming down the tracks on the other side of the river. There's a brakeman walking along the tops of the cars, and they decide to put a show on for him by lighting off a bunch of these huge Wily Coyote-looking rockets. They got a couple off, but one of them had a pole that was mostly rotted away and it broke when the rocket fired. Instead of going up it started across the river towards the train, and right for where the brakeman was. The rocket either hit one of the cars or the banking for the tracks, but it exploded and there was a huge cloud of sparks, flames, and smoke that obscured their vision of the train, and when the car that the brakeman had been on came clear of the cloud, the brakeman was gone!
My Dad said he and Uncle Ken were sitting outside the cottage about an hour later when a Pennsylvania State Trooper came rolling up the street and made a couple of passes before he stopped where they were. The trooper asked them if they had seen anyone lighting fireworks, and they of course said "no". The trooper was looking around, and they had cleaned up all the traces of the fireworks but there were burn marks on the phone poles from the pin wheels and lots of scorched grass from the rockets. The trooper kept asking them if they were sure they hadn't seen anyone lighting off fireworks even as he's standing right over all this burnt grass, but they denied, denied, denied.

Then the trooper told them a train had come into Tionesta, a town about 20 miles away, and a brakeman had been hanging onto the side of one of the cars after claiming he had been attacked as the train passed this spot, so if they were to see anyone lighting off illegal fireworks, they should give the state police a call. They said they would certainly do that.
So apparently the brakeman saw the rocket coming at him, started climbing down one of the side ladders, and hung there for dear life for close to 20 miles until the next stop. And people wondered where my sister and I got our issues from.
