So, I was planning to go whole-hog for the last Eisa show I'm likely to see. I was going to put my pocket cam on a tripod for video, and carry my DSLR.

Then I got horribly ill with food poisoning. I blame the funnel cakes. At any rate, I was in no condition to go anywhere until about 6 PM, by which point the show I wanted to see was over.

But I was foolish enough to answer a knock at my door at 7 PM. It was work. They needed me to come in and do some maintenance. It was something that they should have known about a week ago, but since they forgot, it becomes my problem to fix. Joy.

So I went to work in civvies, put on my steeltoes and a cranial, and removed some explosives from one of our aircraft. As a side note, I really don't think any of us were supposed to be there. We were the only squadron working, and seeing as how there are still a few thousand Japanese all over the flightline, I suspect the base's commanding officer would not be happy to learn that our commanding officer told night crew to get cracking. But that's a problem above my pay grade.

So I did the work I had to, came home, and was making dinner when the fireworks started. I grabbed my camera and climbed the fire escape. I didn't take time to get my tripod, so the images are all really shaky. I'll go through them and post the best ones tomorrow.

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