The first leg of the Fourth is done: the obligatory standing-around-in-a-field under a blaring sun, playing games, eating hot dogs, listening to a local band. There was a large inflatable climber, which gives you an idea what Mayan temples would have looked like if all the Mayans were circus clowns.
In our neighborhood the day begins with a bicycle parade: all the kids dress up their bikes or scooters in patriotic bunting, and everyone follows a fire engine around the neighborhood. The driver really laid on the siren, too; never quite heard siren sounds so horrible and tortured. Sounded like an all-pig version of “Hostel.” Now it’s quiet – oddly quiet, since the neighborhood youth are usually jumping the gun.
Here’s 16,000 firecrackers going off at once, more or less. Enjoy!
My ears!!
Well, that oughta have gotten the ducks off the lake.
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