Fireworks (pictures later)

The end of the festival and I saw the firework. I tried to take photos, but often people were walking right in front of me. Nice, thanks! The fireworks were merely 20 minutes long. I stupidly parked a long way away from the park, thinking that the nearer spots were taken. I could have parked 3 blocks away for $3, but instead parked 12 blocks away for $4. That just stinks. The walk wasn't bad.

An interesting side note: Lori, Monkeyjack's wife, said that where she works had a serious incident. A husband, wife and two kids were there and an unknown man came up to the kids and began slamming their heads together. This was unprovoked, so it was unclear what was going on. Shortly into that, two men came up to rescue the kids. Why the parents didn't pounce on the guy, I don't know. I would have slain him. It would only occur to me later that the kids shouldn't see "daddy" butcher a man like cattle.

One rescuer began choking the assailant to the floor, while another swept his feet. The cops took the bloke away. I hope that he fell up and down stairs at the jail.
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Back the fireworks. The end of the festival fireworks in town tend to be better than July 4th, but gracious ... it was not spectacular this year. Also, where we were, there were bright flood lights beaming continuously, making the display less special. This city needs a brain implant, I believe.

It was fun to see friends down there, but overall, the fireworks weren't worth $3 or $4, like I paid. A second side note. Charlie has to use the greenies to pee before we left. Oh, puke -- were they nasty. I think they had not been emptied for a week. Despite the disinfectant spray that hung like fog over the area, these 10 greenies (smaller section) exuded a foul colorless gas, I will call assinine (iocane) poison. I don't think you'd go there to do much other than pee, unless you were drunk or a naturally unchoosy person.

Thanks Indiana for not having jobs

I am so glad that Indiana has billions of sales jobs and millions of nurses jobs, but 2 possible advertising jobs. Nice! If only I were a nurse or loved to pester people into buying stuff they don't need.

If you can't find a copter, use an uncle

Charlie was hyper the last time I saw him and sans chopper ride downtown at the festival, I picked him up and spun him quickly. I had to stop after several times before I retched, but he had a good time. He loves copters and might very well become a pilot one day, but who knows.