In order to do this story justice, I have to rekindle a memory.
The Moral of the Story
You know what, there isn’t one! I wish I could say that was the only time I saw Death approaching from above. But that story is for another day.
Fleetwood Mac / Loggins & Messina / Chic Corea and Return To Forever
28 May 1977
Miami Baseball Stadium
Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one with this memory, Tenacity.
And I’m glad you remembered the fireworks, too.
As soon as the skies darkened, everything changed.
I cannot vouch for anyone else, but my eyes were trained on the sky.
One of those blimps was up there flashing some message, I don’t remember which.
And the fireworks, if you could call them that, lasted an eternity.
Not like a fireworks display today, it was more like a neverending sequence of road flares being cast into the sky.
And that little small nagging voice, you know the one you’re always sorry you didn’t pay attention to, was telling me to keep my eyes on the sky.
Which really pissed me off, because I really just wanted to watch the concert.
Stevie Nicks up there, all in black, of course.
Her costume flowing in the ocean breeze which somehow managed to make its way that far west that night.
But for some strange reason, I almost never took my eye off the sky and those damnable fireworks.
I watched and I watched and I watched and I watched and I watched and I watched and I watched some more.
And then finally it came.
One of those goddamned fireworks/road flares which didn’t peter out coming straight down for me.
Now try to vision this. We had been there all day and the blanket we had brought was being stepped on by a good half dozen people.
Everyone was on their feet.
Everyone except for me was having a grand old time, totally oblivious to the fiery spear about to fall down upon our heads.
It happened so fast. I took one long step backwards and watched this thing land less than a foot in front of me and immediately set the blanket alight.
Now, I’m really pissed.
You stupid fucks, get the fuck off of this burning blanket!
After I knocked a few people down pulling my smoky blanket out from under their legs, I could enjoy the concert again.
Maybe that was the smoke you saw, Tenacity. I was trying to send you some smoke signals!
You know, I loved that blanket. It had a twin, and I used to pull it out just to show people the big, blazing hole in it as a momento from that night.
But it and its twin got stolen the night my husband and I got our car stolen when we were dancing the night away at the Copa in Fort Lauderdale.
But that, my friend, is a whole ‘nother story.
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