I remember visiting some Nam buds in New York city
in the 1970s on the Fourth of July.
It sounded like Nam and the streets were an inch deep
in shredded chinese news print. One of my friends lived
on the edge of Harlem and we got into duels with the people
in the street, us throwing M-80s off the roof and the
brothers shooting at us with roman candles.
Good times.
Nothing new back in the day.
Many of us youngsters looked forward to the 4th for the yearly fireworks duel.
Neighboring town would come over and we’d have at it for a couple of hours, or whenever the “ammo” ran out, roaring through the streets in pickups with the beds packed full of “warriors” and assorted fireworks.
Marveled over how none of us had gotten seriously wounded during those years.
Good times, indeed.