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So it is Independence Day.

I wrote on this earlier in the week.

Not much is happening in Palm Springs. So far.

But there will be fireworks tonight and they are usually pretty good.

We live right 'under" them. A quarter mile away.

John is going to go right to the site. I will baby sit Marcus who doesn't really mind them or has not up to today.

He is more stirred by the presence of the male road runner who has currently taken his territory right in our corner of the complex. He is peppy and has no qualms about telling us off. There is a kind of raspberry that he gives out. Not a beep-beep. Sorry. More of a brzbrzbrzbuzz.

Most people have left for the summer so we don't have a big crowd to see the show. There will be outsiders who come in to park in our streets but each year someone from the neighborhood parks to block the entrances to the street.

Illegal but better than an influx of looky-loos.

When I was a kid we went up the mountain to a resort golf course that had a small show. We parked along the greens and people oohed and ahhed just like they do any place else.

When we were in Boston we went down to the Esplanade where the Boston Pops played prior to the fireworks. But the crowd was horrible. We only did that once I think.

So here we are again. Celebrating our independence. Which is still strong and clear. Not always in line with the rest of the world but I am a strong flag waver and the first to stand up for our country. Pride. I am glad that for four years I could experience the full pride of it all. Not so much in the Bushie years. The second round of them.