Jim and I seated ourselves on our 'front porch' tonight to watch the City of Phoenix fireworks display at Steele Indian School Park, just less than a mile from us. We armed ourselves with the 1812 Overture on my MP3 player and by some miracle firework crescendos sometimes matched the musical crescendos! This was Sweetie's first year at 4112 and I wasn't sure how she would react to the noise and smoke and people. Jim and I talked strategies in case fireworks made her crazy, but she was as serene as can be through the whole evening.
Before the official and fun fireworks we have neighborhood chaos from people looking for parking somewhat near the park. Our side of the street is marked no parking for other reasons, and early birds correctly figure the police have more to do than ticket for parking. What stuns us as we watch the parade of cars coming and going after the street is 100% parked up. At the entrance to our street is a sign that most people just don't see:
This sign is small compared to the real one, but no one sees it or heeds it.
It is beyond my comprehension how many cars blithely ignore the obvious and return to try again even after they've tried it. Done. Full. People, we have no more room for you. Fortunately this is the only occasion that causes this phenomenon.
To add to our pre-show chaos, a motor patrol officer stopped an offending vehicle right in front of our driveway. There was the usual conversation, exchange of paper and radio calls all while the motorbike's red and blue flashers were nearly blinding us. Ticket or warning was given to the driver about five minutes into the fireworks, and we were cleared for a good view from then on. This show runs about 30 minutes so we finally had an enjoyable time. This could have been an image from ours. Hat tip to the Cloverdale Lions Club for a better pic than I could get:
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