We watched the fireworks last night over the Mississippi. It was beautiful out by the river.
While waiting for the sun to set, people played baseball.
People relaxed on the levees.
Some even relaxed in the train yard.
Yup in the train yard, right after a long train went through. I think the fire is a nice touch. Nothing says Independence like felony trespass with a soupçon of arson.
I have disguised their identities and beautified the train yard at the same time.
Unlike the flower people with their fanciful notions of train safety, we were safely albeit possibly illegally parked on the highway (allegedly). There was no room and no parking left for love or money, so people parked and had long intelligent conversations about how many of us we thought the police could possibly ticket in one go. Furthermore we all agreed that the impound lot was far too small to hold all our cars and the officers were most likely too busy to even notice as long as we didn’t make too much noise..
Based on the slight improbabilities of all of us being arrested at the same time, everyone stayed parked on the highway and pulled out their lawn chairs, blankets, coolers, snacks, bbq’s and other items as recommended by the illustrious author, Mr. U.R. Roadkill, in his book “How to Dine on a Highway”. Some brave souls even went so far as to set off personal fireworks.
On the highway.
At this point it occurred to me that the train flower people were actually pretty clever.
Then the sun went down..
And the fireworks started..
And it was wonderful.
Happy Independence Day!
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013