No firework on the Fourth of July? Even for an in-the-closet Communist, that's just downright un-American.
So we hopped in the Family Truckster and journeyed up to Mount Shasta's fesitval of blowing shit up.
The boys and I found friends. I chatted, they played, Brady flirted with a girl "he doesn't like' (ah, to be 11 years old again).
Then it got dark. And we saw fireworks.
While I didn't think they were all that good (although I was looking from behind the lens), the kids all thought it was great. And afterall, isn't that what it's about?
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