Not quite Main St with the city band playing Copland or 1812, but I went out for dinner at a farang bar and ended up getting sat upon by some huge thunder bumpers. Just as I sat, a few soft raindrops brushed down. By the time anyone in the region had looked up to see a remarkably ominous cloud, there was a flash with a triple bang directly on top of it.
And the storm didn't move for an hour and a half.
A couple dozen of the strikes were on buildings around the courtyard where I was. At most, flash/boom were separated by a full second.
An empty beer bottle left on the curb filled within half an hour.
I decided to order the double cheeseburger.
The chopped beef/pork patties were microwaved to defrosted, and then heated in white bread with slices of processed cheese byproduct until the latter was almost as runny and gooey as the former.
Talk about delicious.
But what was that about fireworks? Call it an 8 oz burger, maybe 6 oz of undercooked beef graced with dairy. 3-2-1 launch. (Why mention undercooking or improper cleaning, cooling, transport, storing, or beef or pork or chicken or seafood or flies or cockroaches or ants or any of the other Western conceits?)
Sigh. Who needs to sleep away the 4th, right?
So the lightning began just after 5. It did not move until after 7.
By 8:30 the rain was slacking and there was about a 6 or 8 second flash/boom delay. And by that time, getting home was much more important than avoiding some drips.
Plus, who sticks around to watch the fireworks in the next town over, especially when a private encore is in the works?
And the storm didn't move for an hour and a half.
A couple dozen of the strikes were on buildings around the courtyard where I was. At most, flash/boom were separated by a full second.
An empty beer bottle left on the curb filled within half an hour.
I decided to order the double cheeseburger.
The chopped beef/pork patties were microwaved to defrosted, and then heated in white bread with slices of processed cheese byproduct until the latter was almost as runny and gooey as the former.
Talk about delicious.
But what was that about fireworks? Call it an 8 oz burger, maybe 6 oz of undercooked beef graced with dairy. 3-2-1 launch. (Why mention undercooking or improper cleaning, cooling, transport, storing, or beef or pork or chicken or seafood or flies or cockroaches or ants or any of the other Western conceits?)
Sigh. Who needs to sleep away the 4th, right?
So the lightning began just after 5. It did not move until after 7.
By 8:30 the rain was slacking and there was about a 6 or 8 second flash/boom delay. And by that time, getting home was much more important than avoiding some drips.
Plus, who sticks around to watch the fireworks in the next town over, especially when a private encore is in the works?
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