|Let there be light...|
The first couple of years we lived here it was kind of fun. People come from miles around to drive through the neighborhood to look at lights, and it was cool to wave as they went by.
Then the next couple of years the limos started, followed closely by the little mini-buses full of blue-haired ladies, followed by the full-size transit system bus tours, followed by the (no kidding) horse-drawn carriage tours. Just getting in and out of the neighborhood after dark can take 20 minutes.
Then came the helicopters. We had flights of helicopters hovering overhead, night after night. It sounded like we were in a Vietnamese firefight. We finally chased those guys off, though I don't really know how. Maybe it had something to do with the heat-seeking missiles.
Adding insult to injury, my next-door neighbor routinely wins the Children s Choice award (yes, we even have judging and contests!). Every night this time of year, hundreds of minivans full of little snot-nosed ankle biters wait for hours to pull up in front of his house and ogle. They generally fall into three categories: they're either (a) asleep, (b) crying, or (c) fighting with a sibling. Those in Category C often transition into Category B right before our eyes.
And then... this happened. He's on the same street as me, except that he's on the segment of the street that dead-ends into a cul-de-sac. So now we have buses, vans, horses, limos, the occasional shot-down helicopter, cars, trucks, trains and other random means of conveyance literally parking for hours, waiting impatiently, and depositing all manners of litter (and in the case of the horses, some high-quality fertilizer) in the street.
So you will pardon us if we get a little overdosed on Christmas cheer. Mrs. Bug and I occasionally long for the anonymity of Jakar- THE REMAINING PORTIONS OF THIS BLOG POST HAVE BEEN REDACTED BY THE FEDERAL WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM. MR. & MRS. BUG (NOT THEIR REAL NAMES) HAVE NEVER BEEN TO JAKARTA AND HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT INCIDENT AT THE SOVIET EMBASSY. PROMISE.