Today’s the 4th of July

Another June has gone by

and as they light up our town

I just think

What a waste of gunpowder and sky

A little homage, if you will, to the great Aimee Mann, and I will admit to hearing her song as the longest fireworks show ever hurtled across the Manhattan sky. It was almost too long. I almost got bored. And I wondered how many millions the display cost, and then wondered again how else that money could’ve been funneled into our struggling economy. Perhaps to save a firehouse? Perhaps to a soup kitchen? Perhaps into a bank account so I can save my apartment?

Ugh. I’ve become one of those leftists who see evil in everything but broccolli. And you bet your pants it better be organic.

I’m off to work a triple… There is little in the world worse than a Saturday double into Sunday morning. What is worse is an empty bank account. Somehow, though, I feel slightly euphoric. I can’t explain it. I had a lovely night with a bunch of friends and it has left me tired and content.