The little town I’ve come to love turned seventy five years old last Saturday. The city threw one hell of a celebration.
Party organizers took over the beautiful lawns of a local golf course near down town. Many of the town’s high-end restaurants had food booths, showing off their excellent fare at very reasonable prices. There were booths for each decade, showcasing pictures, cars, furniture, music, interesting facts, and noteworthy people from each decade from the ‘40s until now. My favorite booths were the sixties, but they were all a fun stroll down memory lane. They also had a stage show that was upbeat and fun, with local celebrities performing Broadway show tunes.
The crown jewel of the event was a massive fireworks display—one of the longest and most creative I’ve ever witnessed. I adore fireworks. They are one of my all-time favorite things, and this display left me breathless.
The best part about the celebration is that admission was free, and it didn’t cost the taxpayers a dime. All of the people who manned the booths, the food preparers, the entertainers, and the organizers volunteered their time and effort. The expenses were paid for with private donations.
This is how we do things in Palm Springs. We celebrate life each day of the year, each event that comes along, and we contribute unselfishly so the entire community benefits. I love living in a small town that is also a happenin’ place.