4TH + 28TH = GOOD TIMES

As soon as night hinted at its arrival the sky lit up in every direction. Smoke from the fireworks blanketed the neighborhood. I felt bits of casings fall like rain. Kids scrambled to be the one with the match. Families sat on porches, on curbs and watch from the windows. A lowrider was moved further from the epicenters. The '66 Impala reflected the fanfare beautifully. A cop car cruised by the outlawed activities. Outnumbered, I suppose. It was a magical night.

We were invited to a BBQ near the 28th Street community of West Adams, LA, which blocks off their own street each year. They have games during the day and a light show until dawn. Such a variety of cultures, ages and interests that gathered. I was glad to be in the mix. Los Angeles shows its demographics on the 4th, as it seems most illegal fireworks are lit throughout the poorer communities. There was quite a show all the way home.