July 4th

Wednesday I went to the baseball game at RFK and watched the Nats beat the Cubs 6-0. It didn't happen for my team, but Dmitri Young hitting a grand slam on July 4th for the team that plays in Washington, DC has got to feel pretty special. I thought the Cubs looked tired and just didn't have any energy. I couldn't figure out why. It's not like they're not used to playing day games.

I wandered over to the Folklife Festival afterwards and sat in the Northern Ireland music tent. After an hour or so a police officer told us to leave the Mall and head to the nearest large building until the incoming severe weather was gone. Instead, I walked up to Sign of the Whale for dinner. I started doing a crossword that turned out to be pretty hard, and when I looked to see what paper it was in, it turned out to be The Onion. I got about 75-80 percent done. A Crown & Diet and a shot of Wild Turkey American Honey, and I was on the way home.

So I thought. The fireworks started right when I walked out the door, and I had a very good view of them walking down 18th Street. So I took some pictures and video and went home. Happy Birthday, America.