bah, humbug

Today is the 4th of July. I'm kinda disappointed with myself, because I've just sort of let it come and go, and have not been persistint enough to ensure that something really fun happened. Ed and Dayna and the girls came down, so we had a nice "indoor picnic" in Mom and Dad's condo. Ron and Shirley and Martha were there (and Sue!) I guess "really fun" would have been to go some where to see fireworks - even George Mason High School. I wouldn't be at all surprised to learn that Ed, Dayna, and Sue had taken the girls there. Had I planned in advance, I probably could have made that happen.

Back in the olden days I used to go to the fireworks with Susan Craft and Rudolfo. It was great fun. We didn't go until late afternoon. Susan is a very aggressive driver, and she always found (or made!) a parking place for us in that circle at the VA end of Mem Bridge. We would walk over the bridge, and watch the fireworks sitting right under the Washington Monument. It was breathtaking.

In later years, Sue and I went just to sit on the Mall drinking beer during the day time, and eat and watch people. We usually left before the fireworks because we weren't sure how to get home after them. Had we been patient, we could have waited out METRO, but no, not the Taylors! Usually we just went home on METRO at about 4:00or 5:00 (or, in other words, wimped out!). One year, though, we saw the fireworks, and had Nega, an Ethiopian, with us and were able to bribe an Ethiopian cab driver $60.00 to bring us back. This was in the good old days before wheelchair transport was required. That was the year we saw a hooligan throw a cherry bomb under an occupied Port-a-John. Good thing the person using it didn't have a lot of gas or there would have been an explosion. (Ha, Ha! That was a joke!)