My son and I went to go see the fireworks on the fourth of July. Of course we had to park a million miles away and walk to the site. As expected, there were lots of people doing the same thing. Pretty soon we encountered a traffic jam of Homo sapiens. We plodded along at about one mile an hour.
"Moo," I said.
Bubba looked at me. "Moo?"
"Yeah, Bubba, we're like a herd of cattle."
Bubba shook his head. "No, Mama. We're not a herd of cattle. Do you know what this is?"
"I have no idea," I said.
"This is the great human migration. Once a year, on this very special night, humans migrate to see beautiful lights in the sky. Then they return to their homes. Isn't that awesome, Mama?"
Uh, yeah. It was a delight to be a part of such an awe-inspiring event!