In all the time I've lived here, I've never gone to Foschini Park on the Fourth of July. It was either too hot or I was doing something else, but today neither of those factors was in play, so I walked over there this afternoon.
I needed a break from a solid week of scanning the pictures of Michael Jackson that I took on assignment at two local 1988 concerts. It would be nice to get away from that for a while.
Here's what I saw instead at Foschini: