I reside in a peculiar region of the country. I often wonder if the predominate population believes it is the only group in the surrounding universe. Today was no exception. It's a holiday. Everything that isn't closed is packed to the gills with sweaty bodies. Stocking up on food for the grill and fire-works for the after show. (Alcohol is not required, ever. Unless you're me.) And don't forget the parade.

So as I frantically spew my thoughts onto the computer, I can hear the fire and crack outside of my juvenile neightbors participating in the festivities. Now, while I am surrounded by a off center bunch, I don't mind them...much. They are a happy bunch with funny underwear, what's not to love? Then, there's my teenage neighbor. He's going to turn me into "Mrs. Kravitz". Remember her? To date I've only had to summon the authorities on two occasions, but I am wary that tonight might make number three.

I indulge in the occasional drink. But there are things in  life that were meant to consume in moderartion and they were certainly never meant to mix with explosives, but when you're under 21..well, you are invincable. I only hope that the child still has his capacties in the morning. "Oh, officer, officer."