For thirty years, I've watched the evolution of Brush Creek from a trash-strewn concrete open storm sewer to the pleasant-looking waterway it is today. Years ago, before a permanent stream was created, bands, such as Asleep at the Wheel, would play in the dry concrete ditch while thousands of spectators joined them in the creek or sat along the banks. Usually, it was very hot, and after about fifteen minutes, people wondered why they were sweating in the sun in a hot, dirty sewer. But we kept coming back, because we like to hang out in the Plaza. Maybe it's our Town Square. Last night (9-8-07)after sunset, when the weather was no longer simmering but stirring, crowds came to the creek to watch 85 bonfires floating on the shimmering surface of the water. Ethereal music composed by local music students floated in the air. It was romantic and magical, even when I tripped over a speaker and nearly toppled into the water as I took this photo.