It was a hot, sultry evening. Down at the Forks, things were a little quiet just after midnight on this July 1. The signs were up announcing the closure of this bridge by 9:00 a.m. Fireworks take a long time to get set up and the bridge would be off limits for the day.
A small bar, close to the river, was the only excitement happening at this moment and even those patrons seemed
hot summer night languid. The music was good but a little lazy, kind of like the humid air. It was relaxing to stroll the bridge knowing the Forks would be jammed with party- goers in a few short hours.
A big yawn signaled the end of a leisurely walk and a Thursday evening rolled right into Friday... avoiding the zigzag drivers on the drive home kept Sam alert to the fact that the bars were just closing...
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