At the twilight's last gleaming

I spent the Fourth (ridiculous mid week holiday this year) watching Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, the HBO movie about the final free days of the Lakota Sioux in South Dakota. The story begins with the Battle of the Little Bighorn in 1876 and culminates with the Wounded Knee Massacre in 1890. Having driven past the Little Bighorn memorial (just south of Crow Agency, MT), last fall, it was fascinating to see it as it would have been then. And also important, on a day when historical nuances are swept aside, to remember another group of people living within these borders.

Then I hit the N train to Astoria to visit the infamous Bohemian Beer Garden, drink tequila, and watch the fireworks. They were really good - I was suitably impressed.

Although drinking and then standing on an on-ramp might not be the best idea.