Saturday, July 6, 2013

The Fourth of July

            I spent the fourth of July in the working-class neighborhood of Cypress Park. It was a war zone. There were so many illegal fireworks that for all intents and purposes they were legal. The police didn't even bother to issue citations.
            I had a good seat and the display was spectacular. It was more professional than in the past. The quality of illegal fireworks has improved dramatically over the years.
            I stood and watched one explosion after another. There was a barrage of different types of fireworks in the air, combined with M-80s and Cherry bombs on the ground. The neighborhood was taking the fourth very seriously.
            I heard someone playing Stars and Stripes Forever in the distance. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a faint sound at first; it sounded like it was coming from a neighbor's house. How brilliant, I thought.
            Smoke filled the air and Stars and Stripes Forever was getting louder. I saw a car emerge from the smoke. It was a police car, LAPD, with two officers laughing uncontrollably inside. Stars and Stripes Forever was blaring from from their loudspeaker. I caught one policeman's eye and waved, he waved back. He was still laughing.
  

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