|Don't worry, everything is okay.|
The townspeople, townspeople of the world, sleep unaware. Except the little boy and girl, best friends, who see it and start running about, trying to tell their parents, their friends, and finally strangers of the danger, the most dangerous danger. Instead of being alarmed, they are patted on the head; they're known for vivid imaginations. Then finally, an adult, usually the well traveled, rough but kindly stranger rides into town and having no deep seated town contentment wrapped in slumbering oblivion, believes the boy and girl and calls a town meeting, firing a few shots off instead of calling the mayor, who was one of many mayors (and governors and powers that be) who secretly invited the monster to town. Even and especially Puerto Rico town, where the monster was invited in many decades ago...
|It's actually MUCH more than 1500 acres|
Oh well, it's just a story.
|The fantasmagoric theater group Paper Machete came along with brilliant costumes|
|Lots of booing and hissing Coco Cola. The driver was laughing though - of all the streets in the world, I had to come on to this one.|
|All we are saying is give peas a chance|
|Lots of balcony hangers, either bewildered or giving encouragement|
|It drizzled a bit but only refreshingly, thankfully.|
|There's always mimes, right?|
|The police were a very benign presence, there was a good vibe all around.|
|This lady was dancing on her steps, clapping and smiling and singing|
|Natural isn't always the prettiest, but it won't kill you either.|