A Happy 6th of July To You! It's Summer! Rejoice!

 

            This is a good representation of Booker's attitude toward all that racket. Booms? Who cares?
            Sweetie's feelings were roughly equivalent. But he wasn't available for comment when the camera came out.

            It was an impressively noisy night. As soon as the show was over downtown, the volunteers came out to play. I'm not sure who the jolly boys or girls were, but they were like one house away. I dozed off listening to the happy mayhem. 

            There are still a few stragglers going off, as of Suzday evening. 

            I found it comfortable and cheerful to hear all that going on all around the city.

            It brought to mind other Independence Day celebrations, such as out on the Tulalip Reservation before they moved Boom City.

            When we were living out there in the '80s, Boom City, which was just a lot of homemade booths selling the ammunition, was right on the bay, within a couple blocks of our place.

            It was nuts. Should have been illegal. It looked like a movie war zone. The noise was constant and near and loud. There was red smoke in the air. It went on all night. And in the morning there was the little of all of those explosives all over the beach. Incredible mess.

            One year, some of the local men were stopping cars on the way into the neighborhood, trying to keep the crowd down to locals, and keep real damage from being done.

            Great days! They'll never come again like that. 

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