07/03/2004: "A walk around Douglas Alaska"
I just got back from another little stroll around the hood. It's one of my favorite things to do. I have so many friends that live in Douglas and now my best friend from work just bought a condo up the street from me. Tonight's walk wasn't much different, except for the fireworks and an above average number of people starting bon fires on the beach. Smoke is one of my top five best smells (other 4 are coffee, fresh baked bread, basil and cottonwood buds in the spring).
I watched two police officers chase off some kids lighting illegal fireworks at the ball dimond, they flashed the lights, the kids jumped on their bikes and sped off, I saw the two cops laughing in their cruiser, not maliciously, but good naturedly practically giggling. I couldn't help but smile at them, and gave a little wave. One of them waved back with all the enthusiasm of a little kid. He was in his 40s and it was the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Next I walked down on the new addition to the Douglas harbor. There were fishermen fixing their nets, people on houseboats grilling burgers, every couple of slips there was a different type of music...reggae, country, rock, bluegrass.
Everywhere people are out walking their dogs, kids on bikes and skateboards, couples holding hands. I ran into several of my neighbors, people on their way to Louie's bar for a drink. It's strange, I love this place, I mean I *adore* it, yet sometimes I feel sad.
I had an invitation to a big 4th of July party to watch the fireworks tonight but in the end I didn't feel like being around a bunch of people...even people I like. And yet walking around by myself seeing all these people in their little worlds together I think about the things I don't have. Things I honestly don't want 95 percent of the year, but then there are those 5% of the times that rear their ugly heads when you least expect it.