The fireworks are supposed to start at Wallis Park any minute now. I’ve got a couple of Miata enthusiasts sitting around in lawn chairs behind the Tumbleweed, drinking beer from a big cooler and waiting. Joey is over at the park, probably driving Brother Jerry crazy with questions, and Grant is here in the lobby with me, running a credit card transaction for an older couple from Georgia who just called a couple of hours ago to make sure we still had rooms available.
I just heard the first significant explosion, so I guess I’d better get off of here and head outside.
Have a good evening, wherever you are.