For the final Fourth of my Fifties I found my freedom playing in the big waves at Rockaway Beach in Pacifica!
'Twas a screaming out loud
wild West Coast surf day!
I was thrown off balance by one wave and landed hands first on a bed of rocks. Skin broke on left hand and right knee. I bled a little but, hey what's a fabulous Fourth without a spot of red?
Followed this aquatic adventure with the film "The East" at Opera Plaza. They sold more tickets than seats so afterwards we were given two passes to the movies! How ironic I got a freebie on the 4th of July while watching a movie about American corruption in money and politics...
The East is edgy. Don't bother seeing it if you don't want to confront your deepest thoughts and feelings about corporate exploitation of the environment...sigh.
We saw an extra extravagant display of fireworks after at The Presidio. I have not seen such an expensive and lavish display since the Gilden Gate Bridge 75th birthday party.
Do you think the America Cup Committee threw in a few extra bucks to sweeten the videos last night?
Returning to Bernal Hill
I said "I smell smoke!"
sure enough!
There was a grass fire set on the hill last night.
the M80 firecrackers went off like bombs
on our block well past midnight
never a dull moment in this hood!
And A Fourth I will never forget too!
