WALKING MY WAYS

July 4 is always a celebration. Especially in Carmel-by-the-Sea. But years ago, it was even more so. That is when beach fires were still allowed. And there were hundreds of them. Often, with a thick layer of fog. Pea soup fog, that was so heavy, it seemed like a war zone. With rose colored reflections, all around. And you couldn't see the nose in front of your face. But you could hear the loud whirring of cherry bombs. Raining down on all sides. Heard but rarely seen. And Carmel police, in riot gear, sweeping the adjacent roofs. But that was then and this is now. Beach fires are no longer allowed. Nor are fire works.

But this year the beach was even more crowded. Even with only 2 hour parking at the base of Ocean Ave. and limited parking on San Antonio. Nevertheless, a steady stream of coolers, umbrellas, caps and folding chairs still managed to find their way down. Somehow. With SUN!

In addition, the big attraction was Devendorf Park. With flags, blankets, buggies and strollers. And the Monterey Peninsula Gospel Choir, Estillo Eficienteg and the Monterey Pops. Musical fanfare, jubilation, flags and joy. And $7.50 JUMBO hot dogs, (including chips and sodas,) courtesy of the Carmel Lions. With countless children, showing off their red, white and blue finery. As well as many private parties.

None bigger than Deborah Smith's traditional finger food celebration. With a giant American Flag, covering half of her house. And a host of libations and delicious foods. With endless friends, neighbors, and hangers-on. All repeating the same salutation. "How do you know Deborah?" Packed. Noisy. And Happy. It is always amazing to me how many guests I know. And how many names I have forgotten. But I guess that comes with the territory. In any event, at the end of the day, I felt properly nourished. Cheerful. Relaxed. Waiting for next year. And Ready. Finis.