Burn, My Butt!

I have always burnt things such as boxes...for my whole life, my parents had a burn barrel or a burn pile.  Burn yard clippings and what not.  I have a huge fire pit in my yard that I use all the flipping time because we have a massive amount of things shipped to us, therefore we have a massive amount of boxes.  Well, the guy that mows our lawn always takes any sticks or whatever else and puts them in the fire pit for us to burn.  Yesterday I was burning those sticks and also trying to get rid of the huge boxes that the swing set came in.  The cop drove by and slammed on his brakes like there was an armed robbery in progress and reversed back to our house.  I was pleasant (you know, because I am) and he was a jerk to start with.  Apparently you can't burn a damn thing in Carthage unless you have a "recreational fire" which means only if you are roasting hot dogs or marshmellows....WTF????  You cannot burn yard waste or boxes or anything other than wood.  I hate, hate, HATE that I cannot do as I please on property that I supposedly OWN!!! Whatever, I put it out and then wondered what the hell we built the fire pit for.  It put me in a sour mood the rest of the day.  I REALLY have a problem with people telling me what to do.  It irritates me to no end.  And, I have been doing this since I moved here and I am just now getting told that I cannot burn.  Eff you, Carthage.  Just another strike for this stupid, stupid town.  Now, I want to go get my mower out of my brother's garage (Tristan had been using it to mow Mike's yard but the battery is dead right now, ugh) and do my own lawn and blow the sticks and shavings all over the road and lawns.  UGHQ!Q!!  Yes, I am still annoyed about it today.