Last night I celebrated my independence with dinner, a movie and a stroll through a car show.
The car show was a precursor to the fireworks in Athens, Ohio and was in a parking lot shared by the movie theater. So I couldn't resist a stroll through and the opportunity to chat with a few classic car owners.
Some were decked out with flags.
The owner of this 1963 Sting Ray has enjoyed a long relationship with Corvettes. He has owned several but says this will likely be his last.
I didn't ask why because I was busy trying not to drool on his pretty car.
There were a few early Fords including this Model T.
The owner of this Chevy was busy polishing her up as I strolled past.
I pitied him a little because it clearly was going to rain. And rain it did. The sky turned dark as I skedaddled into the theater. It wasn't raining yet but I badly wanted to avoid wet feet.
I was there to see the new Wes Anderson flick "Asteroid City." His films are odd, filled with wry humor and thought provoking themes. There were eighteen people in the theater, a small but mighty tribe compared to the throngs that came out for the new Indiana Jones movie playing in the next theater.
Six of those attendees were young men who wandered in just as the movie was starting and sat in the row in front of me. The guy directly in front of me had an enormous head of frizzy hair so I got up and moved a row back.
Isn't that just the way it goes? The place is nearly empty and the person right in front of you is nearly impossible to see around.
Even if you don't get the humor or the search for meaning themes of this movie, it is a feast for the eyes. The set is quirky and colorful and a fun reimagining of 1955 America. It felt positively decadent to see a movie on a Monday night - a luxury afforded to me by having today off for the holiday.
I left the movie amused and with some things to think about as I fled town and the crowds gathering to see the fireworks. The rain had moved through and people were happily tailgating in store parking lots and alongside the road in anticipation of the annual patriotic display.
As for me, I was happy to come home to my quiet house and little house panther who was more than glad to see me and who didn't care one bit why I was gone - only that I had come back.
Happy 4th of July, friends!
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