We've started the fire, and are counting down to s'mores at midnight.
How weird is it that we've got a bonfire going in a parking spot on SW Broadway? (Psst: We ran it by Randy Leonard when he visited, and he said we're a-ok. Apparently so: Cops have passed without even a second glance. Who knew?)
Also, a woman in a jeep just pulled up, and gave us this bouquet of illuminated roses. "It's the Rose Festival!" she said gleefully. Apparently Rose Festival volunteers gave out a few thousand of them up and down the route. Another guy just stopped by, with two left: He says there are about 1500 campers up and down MLK alone. (Down in the corner, you can see our watering can. That's for fire safety.)
Erik's finally going to start reading the Great Gatsby.
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