A photolog of July 4th

Just a few photos of the marina picnic and fireworks.  It was a good day, although we were tired when it was done.  And amazingly, all was quiet by midnight.  I think that all the rockets had been spent, all the food eaten, and the drinks finished off.  

Time for bed now.  I am reading Life by Keith Richards.  It is quite good.  What a life and a lot of miles:
On doing drugs: 
"I think your persona, your image, as it used to be known, is like a ball and chain. People think I'm still a goddamn junkie. It's 30 years since I gave up the dope! Image is like a long shadow. Even when the sun goes down, you can see it. But it's no exaggeration that I was basically living like an outlaw."
On quitting drugs: 
“most junkies are idiots. That’s really what finally turned me around. We’ve only got one subject in mind; which is the dope.”
On dying: 
"I don't want to see my old friend Lucifer just yet. He's the guy I'm gonna see, isn't it? I'm not going to the Other Place, let's face it."
On fame:
"Fame has killed more very talented guys than drugs. Jimi Hendrix didn't die of an overdose, he died of fame."
His mother's dying words:
"You're out of tune."

Good night.