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On the night of the 4th of July I pulled into the parking lot of a local telemarketing firm. They were closed for the holiday. However, their parking lot was quickly filling up. The lot is strategically placed right above our Counties Armory. Every 4th they set of fireworks at the Armory.
I had the opportunity for a small moment of time to observe the fabric of life. A red pickup truck pulls into the parking lot. Four young boys hop out- wrestling and tossing around a football. The mother exits. She is quiet and calm- goes about to setting up their chairs and laying out blankets. The father exits- he is still wearing his mining clothes. Dark navy with florescent stripes…it is a uniform that is common in our area. He is tired. He didn’t have enough time to change after getting off of work. The middle class of my area. The father takes turns passing a football with each of his sons. You can tell by his sluggish movements that he is tired but considers time with his sons important. All of the boys throw well, but can’t catch to save their lives. The ball bounces free and through the parking lot toward a champagne colored Buick…our upper class.
A black man comes out of the telemarketing building. He outfit clearly marks him as upper management. The middle class little boy runs to retrieve the football from in front of the mans car. The wealthy black man gives the boy the stink eye. He enters his shiny Buick…but doesn’t leave. He is either here for the show, or here to guard his parking lot while the locals descended upon his building.
A beat up hatch back enters the parking lot. It stops at the company dumpster long enough for an overweight white woman to illegally dump her personal trash bags into it. The hatch back is missing a back window…a white trash bag has been duct tapped to cover the hole. The car pulls up and parks next to me. A thin black man exits and sits on the hood of the car. The overweight white woman lets 2 small mixture children out of the car and places them on the hood- and then she attempts to join them. The car groans in protest.
Time passes, the parking lot fills up. Fireworks start. They seem to be on the far side of the parking lot. I can see them above the trees. The truck next to me blares gospel music. It’s occupants are all decked out in our nations flag. Their music dies down and suddenly additional fireworks hit the sky- it feels like they are right on top of us. “HOLY CRAP” a voice screams from the gospel car.
The fireworks were beautiful. Multiple flames of color exploding above the heads of such a diverse population. Each family with their own joys and struggles. Some of the families having nothing in common except for the fact that they are Americans.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
Happy 4th.

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Posted by SimpleSugar on 2008-07-05 09:00:51 | Rating: | Views: 38
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