I love a parade
Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2018 6:07 am
Fourth of July - Independence Day. Around then is when the fireflies are peaking. Fireworks popping here and there. it has been very hot for a while now and even our highways are popping. At least three places had highways buckle causing a couple of local area interstate highways to be closed.
We have air conditioning in the apartment, so when you walk out the door, the hot and humid hits you in the face. But after a while you get over it. SO we went out this evening and sat out front with a bunch of other inmates. Mason has a 4th of July parade. Goes right up our street. Not only that, the home here had a float in the parade. So we watched from our vantage.
A cop car led the way, followed by a bunch of tractors. There was an operating steam tractor, though it was on a trailer, it was running, and believe me, the steam whistle is LOUD. A bunch of fire trucks came along, most from Mason, but a few from other area towns. More tractors. A whole marching band was piled onto another float. They oom-pah'd along. There was some kind of queen in a gown with a sash, she rode the back of a pickup truck waving.
A number of politicians also had floats. To them I offer a rousing BOOOO, get out.
Our team came by late in the parade, but there they were, a gaggle of old ladies piled on a trailer waving. I waved to them, they waved to me. My degree is in communication, and we did study non-verbal. SO there, I am pretty sure we all communicated. "What we have here..." They were all decked out in their bright red Jefferson Street Square T-shirts.
More tractors. While there were the expected John Deere ones, I was surprised at the number of Farmalls. Some were vintage. I saw only one Case, and nary a Massey Ferguson in the bunch.
There were some commercial vehicles driving along - basically rolling adverts. I still have hopes to field a precision drill team of old ladies and their walkers.
Up here on fourth, we had a fellow across the hall leave, and a new lady moved in. She was sitting next to us, and had her rite of passage. As always happens on occasions like this, someone cruises our parking lot and decides to park in one of the designated reserve spots. Like mine. Someone did, and new lady, Jean I believe, walked over and 'splained to them they were in reserved parking and couldn't. She now is officially part of things - she shooed out bogus parkers.
I had watched parades here before, but this was the first time the wife came out with me. As soon as the parade ended, we piled in the car and went to Big Boy for strawberry milk shakes. A darned American thing to do on a darned American evening. Small town America at its purest.
We have air conditioning in the apartment, so when you walk out the door, the hot and humid hits you in the face. But after a while you get over it. SO we went out this evening and sat out front with a bunch of other inmates. Mason has a 4th of July parade. Goes right up our street. Not only that, the home here had a float in the parade. So we watched from our vantage.
A cop car led the way, followed by a bunch of tractors. There was an operating steam tractor, though it was on a trailer, it was running, and believe me, the steam whistle is LOUD. A bunch of fire trucks came along, most from Mason, but a few from other area towns. More tractors. A whole marching band was piled onto another float. They oom-pah'd along. There was some kind of queen in a gown with a sash, she rode the back of a pickup truck waving.
A number of politicians also had floats. To them I offer a rousing BOOOO, get out.
Our team came by late in the parade, but there they were, a gaggle of old ladies piled on a trailer waving. I waved to them, they waved to me. My degree is in communication, and we did study non-verbal. SO there, I am pretty sure we all communicated. "What we have here..." They were all decked out in their bright red Jefferson Street Square T-shirts.
More tractors. While there were the expected John Deere ones, I was surprised at the number of Farmalls. Some were vintage. I saw only one Case, and nary a Massey Ferguson in the bunch.
There were some commercial vehicles driving along - basically rolling adverts. I still have hopes to field a precision drill team of old ladies and their walkers.
Up here on fourth, we had a fellow across the hall leave, and a new lady moved in. She was sitting next to us, and had her rite of passage. As always happens on occasions like this, someone cruises our parking lot and decides to park in one of the designated reserve spots. Like mine. Someone did, and new lady, Jean I believe, walked over and 'splained to them they were in reserved parking and couldn't. She now is officially part of things - she shooed out bogus parkers.
I had watched parades here before, but this was the first time the wife came out with me. As soon as the parade ended, we piled in the car and went to Big Boy for strawberry milk shakes. A darned American thing to do on a darned American evening. Small town America at its purest.