Sound and the Fury

11pm on July 4th, Pacifica, California. AKA the War Zone.


As I sit here and write, the sky outside is lit by the mortars, rockets, and any other incendiaries that might be named. This year is a little more tame that previous, due in part to the new $5K fine for illegal fireworks, or maybe it's the economy, I don't know, but it hasn't dampened everyone's spirit. Every now and then someone lights off a big keg, that is, about 24 to 36, 2" shells that seem like an entire fireworks show for a small town, or minor league baseball team, all in what seems to be our front yard. The smell, the felt percussion, the way they light up the night sky. It's pretty incredible. This town is different. Good or Bad I don't really know.

We just got back from a really nice trip to Texas where we saw Grandma, Grandpa, Brother Kyle, Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. It was good, but man was it hot, but not too hot to eat all that food that we miss so much. What was difficult was trying to keep to my training there in the heat. I did, but it was a little painful, and I'm paying for it now. Good thing today is a day of rest. Every one is healthy, and we should get the results back from Ian's scans that were done the week before last. We thank God for this time together with family, for health, and the smell of gunpowder on a 4th of July evening.