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Saturday, August 24, 2002
LATIN FESTIVAL.
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My friend P. is now a prominent local politician in South Florida. He invited me to join him and his wife at a local Latin Festival. There were over a hundred thousand people there, I heard tell, which is a lot of people for South Florida. Even though the streets are very broad, it was almost as difficult to walk down the street as it is here in Times Square. We got to park in a great free parking spot reserved for VIPs, and we got free VIP food (nothing fancy, but it was good), and I got to watch him address the crowd.
A lot of the booths seemed out of place for a festival crowd. There was a place to sign up for digital cable, and an Army recruitment booth, for example. We stopped at a shaved-ice booth, and P bought his wife some flavored ice. It was taking forever, so I joked, "Hang on just a second, I'm going to go over there and join the Army real quick." P scoffed that I'd be a terrible soldier, because I wouldn't like to take orders. "Yeah," I agreed. "I would always be questioning my orders. Like, if they told me to jump, I wouldn't just do it. I'd be all like, 'how high?'"
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