This is Patty writing her name...some kids never grow up.
Angel or...you decide.
The view from Patty's front lawn. She is right across the street from the park where the city set them off.
We had sparks and pieces of cardboard raining down on us. It was kind of cool being so close, but what mess. It took an hour for the traffic to clear so I could go home.
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