My abiding memory of the holiday is from a block party at mom's folks when I was five or so, long before 'safe and sane' waxed ascendant. Wandering around barefoot (nice parenting!) I stepped on an old school 'buyer beware' sparkler, the kind that were basically magnesium glued to a hunk of wire. They looked awesome, but after they burned out the wire stayed red hot for quite a while.
Ouch.
Today I'm at work in my patriotic shirt, Fuss & the crew are checking out the annual Cayucos parade and we're hitting a BBQ later for which the wife made a Neopolitan bundt cake.
In the words of my best friend from junior high, "happy birthday you adorable, messed up, ignorant country!"
i saw you in a perfect place
it's gonna happen soon but not today
so go to sleep and make the change
i'll meet you here tomorrow
independence day
independence day
independence day
1 comment:
How is it that Elliot Smith seems right for just about any occasion?
Maybe I'm not right about that, but still . . . it's hard to not be in the mood for Elliott Smith.
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