Because “A Few Things I Learned At Our Local Fourth of July Event” is too long for WordPress’ title field.
Actually, it’s probably not, but it’s not a limit I want to test.
But I digress–and I haven’t even gotten started yet.
Anyway, in this era of divisions, isn’t it nice to know that some things haven’t changed?
Faced with an unobstructed patch of grass, kids still break into spontaneous somersaults and cartwheels.
An ordinary spherical balloon, inflated with air, can still lure children away from their cellphones.
Giant slides and rock-climbing walls…
draw block-long lines of kids and putative adults.
Mexican hot chocolate is a perfect drink for those moments when you’re waiting for the fireworks to start and freezing your tail off.
(Would it be crass to point out that without immigration, we wouldn’t have Mexican hot chocolate? What the heck, I’ll be crass. I’ll also point out that two of the four food vendors were of Latin antecedents, and the pizza sellers were Indian. I’ll let you guess about the folks selling kettle corn, funnel cakes, fried oreos, and cotton candy.)
Speaking of tails, the police still come up with–dare I say it? Oh, go ahead–wacky ways to project a friendly image.
Realistically, the officer wearing the suit was probably the only person there who wasn’t freezing his tail off.
Even in a time of drought, climate change, and consequent heightened fire risk, amateurs still feel the need to stage their own firework shows.
A firework show doesn’t need music, nor does it need smiley-faced and heart-shaped fireworks to be compelling.
And children still find ways to be amusingly cynical. One young girl last night had been oohing and ahhing along with the crowd until a particularly bright, spectacular, waterfall bloom appeared. While the rest of the crowd gasped, she proclaimed in tones of great boredom, “I saw that at Disneyland.”