2005-07-04 - 11:24 a.m. Happy birthday, America. I still love you, despite everything. I celebrated your independence yesterday by taking a bus over my beloved Verrazano Bridge into Staten Island, where I attended a party in someone's backyard, where Liza/Wheels and Box of Crayons performed, and delicious BBQ was proffered. On the way home, over the bridge, I saw fireworks over the water and swooned. Waiting for the bus, I overheard this conversation between mother and teenage daughter. The daughter seemed to be trying to bring the mother back home from the bus stop, back to a party that the mother had stormed out of. What I say is true, You have problem with everyone. I say the truth You have problem with everyone. You have problem with everyone. What I say is true, you have problem with everyone....everyone. I say true I say true You have problem, everyone. You have problem with ever-y-bod-y! I say true! You have problem with everyone. (ad infinitum) Eventually they left and I was joined by a man with a Spiderman button-down shirt and Teletubbies backpack. I suspect the mother would have had a problem with that guy, too. thoughts? (3 comments so far) previous - next blog archive contact