Holy Revolution

My alarm didn’t go off at 6 am, but I was up by 6:07 anyway. The shots woke me up.

OK, I thought they were shots. But what was I supposed to think? There I was lying in bed, with 12 days of crime reports still swimming in my head when I heard six bangs.

I sat up and heard another three. A few minutes later, another six. It was like the Mexican Revolution had begun right there and then.

Fortunately, my mother-in-law set my mind at ease. The noise came from a local church. Parishioners were celebrating the Assumption of Mary that had just passed this Friday, August 15th.

Of course, there’s no reason in the world why I would expect this at 6 am on a Sunday… especially since setting off fireworks in the city is illegal.

Anyway, I can honestly say I owe those naughty faithfuls one. Without their zeal, we might have missed our plane.