The day after the Fourth of July

It is pitch dark now, but I know in about a half an hour light will come and Sunday will be here. The fire crackers have stopped and all I can hear is the refrigerator running. Dinner was fried chicken and mashed potatoes with chicken gravy. Mom and I along with our neighbor Laurel went to the North end of the beach on Flagler Avenue. I took a bunch of picture and mom and Laurel went walking. Laurel ended up at an open ice cream shop where she was able to get a hamburger and some milk. Mom took the car to pick her up and almost got hit by a black Ford pickup truck. The truck came less than an inch of the back door where I was sitting. Fortunately, mom pulled forward into a handicap space so this truck could pull out. The guy driving the truck asked if we had been hit. I told him it was close, but he was ok. He pulled out and started to take off when this blond haired boy claimed the truck ran over his foot. The kid also claimed the driver had beer cans inside his truck. The kid flagged down the local cop who drove around confused. The kid thought he had stopped him down the road because he saw the blue flashing lights on. However, we weren't sure this was the case. He may have gotten away and not been the wiser. Hopefully, the kid got his foot looked after by someone with medical experience. We came home and I sent pictures out to people and listen to the pops outside my door. The fireworks show had started.