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A warzone of sorts on the National Mall where hordes braved security checkpoints to scope the show. The ever-lurking nastiness of DC's summer abated momentarily this weekend, allowing for a bunch of people crammed together like sardines in a tiny tin box (thank you, mr. yorke) to remain relatively unexasperated.



The Washington monument weathered a deluge of fireworks exploding in its midst. A cacophony of echoing explosions off the federal buildings to the north redoubled the relentless, deafening blasts. I have to admit, the show was pretty impressive from the Mall. Plus, I felt relieved to discover that I wasn't the only one making wise cracks about the phallic symbol's failure to use protection. C'mon, it was way too easy.