Firedancing

A group of fire jugglers meet on the cliffs above the ocean almost every Sunday night, just before dusk. I like to go down to watch them, and also to watch the out of towners who have no idea what's going on and hold their bags close to their bodies. I also like to see all of the people who stop by, like me, who just enjoy the whackadoodle pageantry so often on display in this town.

But most of all, I enjoy how, if you listen closely, you will find that the guys jamming only know these lyrics to "Fire On The Mountain:" 'fire on the mountain,' and so just sing them over and over and over. Hippyjamfail, guys.