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
How is it that Elliot Smith seems right for just about any occasion?
ReplyDeleteMaybe I'm not right about that, but still . . . it's hard to not be in the mood for Elliott Smith.