Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high
One of the bursts from Red Mountain
Picking myself up from yesterday's full-on psychotic ramble, we strolled down to the park for barbecued buffalo flesh, balloon animals, and a park full of over-priced crap. It was a perfect 4th of July, probably the best Independence Day I've ever spent; music and love and children running wild for whatever moments they have left as innocents in their here and now, all that which we'd sell our souls for, just to possess a fraction. We danced, we dipped our toes in the stream,
climbed to new heights,
and danced together as local bands played folky/swing stuff in the midst of a hail storm.
I hope your fourth was as full of love, fun, and free of the shit that Bush/Cheney have sunk our country under, participles dangling withstanding and Constitution compromised.
Oh yeah - here's me: