End of the world

I was in Martha’s Vineyard last weekend (along with the President and the Clintons, apparently) visiting some friends who were vacationing there from California. We were fortunate to get the use of a guest house outside of town in Oak Bluffs near a lake, which proved to be a great spot to watch the Friday night fireworks display. Despite the fact that the fireworks were directly in front of us, they were largely hidden by the cloud cover (provided in part by Hurricane Bill). The result was that in many cases the fireworks resembled footage that I’ve seen of nuclear bombs going off. Very surreal.