(reprinted with permission from The Wild Wild Left)
UPDATED: All images found and used below from google are courtesy of electablog, from his awesome blog of the same name's post,"The Tea Party Express ORGY OF ANGER" Much thanks, and be sure to read his take and give him some luv!
We parked at Mexican Jones, a small and empty restaurant I worked for at one time, when it was thriving. In the very back of the lot, there was a neglected trellis that lead to the almost invisible path that follows the waterway along the back of the business district to the Mill Pond where the "festivities" awaited.
We could hear the roar of the crowd, and the speakers a mile out. My 10 year old was nervous. "We have to walk through all that Mom? They'll kill us," he said laughing, but with the tinges of fear in his voice. I assured him we would be fine, as we came around the bend into the open where our wet footsteps squeaked on the slippery boardwalk that went over the swampy creek leading to the pond.
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