The time is here, once again, for Festival de la Familia Hispana. A time where, for four days and four nights we have litter covering our streets, people parked across our driveways and in front of the fire hydrants. There is live music, a couple of hundred feet in front of my bedroom window, until midnight (not bad music at all, just loud). Men pee anywhere they can find, just so as to not use the sani cans which are provided in the park.
On the flip side of that coin, our neighborhood will smell wonderful. There will be food vendors lined up along the Main St. side of the park with all kinds of savory pork edibles. People will walk back to their cars with disposable plates wrapped in foil, full of rice and beans and piggy. There could be much worse things in life….