Bombs Bursting in Air
The Painted Ground just got back from Sin City where it was so damned hot. Seriously. When temperatures go past 110ยบ, the only thing to do is soak in the pool. God bless Mandalay Bay.
'Twas a nice respite, we must say so. As usual, the assortment of people on vacation was interesting and fun to look at. They were strange and mesmerizing. And, depending upon which casino we were at, a tad backwards. Them's the breaks when it comes to Vegas.
The one good thing about this vacation is that we didn't see much obsession over technology. The iPhone hype was millions of miles away. We only saw one guy with a Bluetooth hooked to his ear. We sneered at him with derision.
(Speaking of phones: You know that e-mail that's been floating around about new laws taking effect on July 1st? Yeah, that's a bunch of malarkey. Consider this our community service for the day.)
Heck, we were so far away from reality that we didn't find out about the ado in Glasgow until Monday morning.
The above picture is courtesy of Bordeaux, Aquitaine, France. We snapped it in a part of town where the Algerian community lives, which was the best place in town to get graffiti. Most there dealt with issues of politics and identity. This one says, "I am waiting for the bombs." We thought that this really sums up a lot of things.
May the only bombs you see this Independence Day be the ones that are bursting in air, showering the sky with vibrant colors. Have a wonderful day.
xoxoxo,
The Painted Ground
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