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A vacant lot off memorial drive was swept up in a ring of fire. Johnny Cash rolled over in his grave, while Adam Lambert just rolled over.
Fire is one of the four elements, and perhaps the one most basic to life on earth. Fire is the combination of earth and air, and has a symbiotic relationship with water. If a sufficient amount of water is applied to the fire, the procedure is terminated. On the other hand, if water is held over a fire in an earthen vessel, the water becomes air. This process is essential to the production of electricity, which is the driving force behind the electric light. That is why they don’t call it the steam lite, reserving that name for a type of beer.
There is a neighborhood in Atlanta called Cabbagetown. When PG was younger, it was a place where white trash lived. Today it is the gentrified home of artists and weirdos, with property values to match. Someone there had the bright idea of a street party involving Christmas lights, on the last Friday night of spring.
A resident of this area thought this was a horrible idea, and he decided to have an alternative event. Held in a spiffed up vacant lot, the party was to have sparklers, candles, flashlights, and other means of lighting other than the edison invented bulb. PG thought this was a cool idea, and drove down from Chamblee. PG had the good taste not to run over the idiot pedaling a bike ( without any lights) through the Moreland Avenue tunnel.
The event was a splendid night of lighting without the participation of Georgia Power. There was a crisis at one point, that quickly passed over. Someone was discussing cat videos on you tube. Someone else pulled out a smart phone, and pulled up a cat video on you tube. A crowd gathered, but went back to traditional light after the video was over.
A man named Zeus made an appearance. When PG said “Hey Zeus”, the connection to Jesus and Christmas lights became apparent.(Zeus spelled backwards is sue z. This would please Johnny Cash.) Zeus brought a device for doing a fire dance. It was a chain, with these wicks at each end. The wicks could be dipped in kerosene, lit, and twirled about the head. The kerosene and burned out fireworks added an aromatic patina. This was true for the brand of fireworks called “golden shower”.
The next day, while the garden was being cleaned, PG contributed a bit of poetry to the facebook commentary. “My candle burns at both ends//It may not last the night//but oh my foes and oh my friends//It gives a lovely light//Edna St. Vincent Millay” The host of the event had a reply. “My sparkler burns at one end//It will not last a minute//Call an ambulance, my friends//My eye has shrapnel in it.”