Since we don’t do the Big July 4th Bash at the casa any longer, we went back to the old neighborhood in Fullerton last night for the fireworks extravaganza at Fullerton High School’s football stadium.
It was Mrs TWC’s family and included the Arizona relatives, all the cousins, grandmas, aunts, and uncles (Youngest: 6 months. Oldest: 91 years). We were scattered from the four yard line to about the ten yard line on blankets & river chairs. I always forget how good my Mother-in-Law cooks. She brought some guacamole that was just the other side of perfect, but had me belching garlic fumes all the way home (Daaadddd! You gotta warn someone before you do that!) Turned out that was a precursor to some kind of near-lethal food poisoning that kept me up half the night.
My old buddy Congressman Ed Royce said a few words (it's his district) before the fireworks but he didn’t stick around to chat.
I'm normally against this kind of group stuff and I expected it to feel more like Bread & Circuses (distract the masses while we snake them out of their birthright). But surprisingly the festivities had quite the feel of community and neighborhood. More than expected, but, then again, Fullerton is a tight-knit community with a small town cohesiveness that one doesn’t generally find in a city this large.
The music was hokey, the food was good, the kids had a blast, and not one flag got torched.