When I asked the man teaching his wife to ride a bicycle (training wheels and all) in Conzatti Park why there were fireworks on a drizzly Tuesday night, he did not know, but said, in English, “Watch out!” as his wife and her bike wobbled along the sidewalk. She said, “Gracias,” with embarrassment, as I scrambled out of the way.
Why shouldn’t there be fuegos artificials (fireworks) filling the heavens? After all, it was another happy Tuesday.
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