After years of buying new flares and “disposing” of the old ones every Fourth of July, I finally made the switch and bought the orange one. The last time I tried to do the right thing and properly dispose of expired flares, I followed West Marine’s advice and even called the police station ahead of time. But when I showed up, they treated me like I was walking in with live explosives. Thankfully, an officer happened to walk by at the right moment and took them off my hands.
I’m genuinely relieved to be done with flares—and fingers crossed I never have to put the strobe to the test either.