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4th Of July In Largo


Good thing we all went to Largo Park to see the fireworks this year. We used to go St. Pete's Vinoy Park but since we've been in this god-forsaken part of this god-forsaken state we've been going to Largo.  Heard the next morning that the vendor for the pyrotechnics for the past 10 years was late getting set up so St. Pete had to cancel.  Bummer for all those people lined up along the sea wall waiting and waiting.  The company was canned the next day and I'll bet there were some people let go, too.  Anyway, we saw ours, he wrote possessively.    






I didn't ask this guy to stop a second while I took a picture of his leg with the Bird sign on it.  I could have, too, because he might be the last guy on earth I take in a brawl - small, and wiry.  Besides, no one wants to be in a fight and possibly lose to an old guy, anyway.  I don't get people who want to use their skin for off-color stuff.  Just me, but reminds me of the Vice tombstone in Oquawka - it's there forever, have some class.




Religious people might say God provided a sign for America's birthday.  Meteorologists would simply tell you that there was a refraction, a reflection and a dispersion of water droplets resulting in a spectrum of light appearing in the sky. 







This is the fam, folks.  Kenzie and Drew and Norah and Alfred. 
The wagon in the back is mine that I bought just for such events.  It carried them both from the parking lot and also provided for bench seating.  Well worth it.


Here then are some excerpts from the Largo fireworks show on the 4th.   
























Hope everyone had a good Holiday this year and Happy Birthday, America.  

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