Sharon, Jack and I had a late dinner at the Firehouse Restaurant in Old Sacramento. We didn't realize that they were having fireworks shows at 9 p.m. and midnight. As a result, Old Sacramento was packed and parking was a struggle. Nevertheless, we had a nice leisurely dinner. Sharon had a filet, Jack had veal and I had scallops. Some neighbors of Sharon's parents were sitting at the next table.
Leaving the restaurant a little after 10 p.m., we walked into a major crime scene. There were cops, police cars, fire trucks and ambulances everywhere on Second Street. The police were in the process of closing off the street. As a result, we had to take a circuitous route back to the car. With helicopters walking overhead, Sharon remarked that it seemed like a war zone. It turned out that there had been a fight and a gun battle in a sports bar half a block from the restaurant. Two people were killed and three injured. The police ended up canceling the midnight fireworks show and shutting down Old Sacramento.
We finished the night on the master bedroom balcony watching some distance fireworks displays to the south. The most interesting thing was listening to the turkeys in the park going crazy from all of the noise...
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