Like a true patriotic participant of life, the loverly Miss Freckles, and I chose to watch the Fireworks and Fourth Of July festivities at Amarillo ‘s own John B Stiff park, yes that is the name of the park in Southwest Amarillo and as often times the case, the name has a significance to this story. Freckles, as you may recall lived upstairs from me before moving to Austin to attend school. She is back for the summer and being the charitable person she is, dropped by to encourage me to attend the aforementioned festival with her.

Miss Freckles has been an important character to me, in more ways than her youthful spirit could ever know. Hell maybe I was even important to her. We were important because we were important to each other. We were all we had. Two star crossed characters in this journey of a journal in the book of life.

Other than the elaborate fireworks display, the highlight of the evening happened when Freckles, either accidentally or deliberately, spilled half a pint of draft beer directly into my lap, immediatly grabbed a few napkins, and began a series of rather elaborate, incredibly zealous, but certainly not unappreciated attempts at mopping up the situation. By this time of the evening both of us were drunk enough to go duck hunting with a rake. But all that notwithstanding, it was one of those delicious, indelible moments that I have often alluded to, one of those little moments that will live forever.

If you have never had a young beautiful lady attempt with all of her heart to devotedly, dedicatedly mop up beer that she has spilled in your lap, you, my friend, have not lived.