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Howya, Undead peoples! When the little boys showed up for breakfast, I asked them if they wanted to go to the town parade, and some said yes. So I looked up the schedule on the town website (isn’t that convenient?) and found that festivities started at 9:30 with flag-raising.
Thinking of parking, we decided to get there at the beginning, and were, indeed, able to park right by the sheriff substation, about 50 yards from the center of events. The VFW and American Legion raised the flag. A white-haired gent in a Coast Guard cap sang the National Anthem. The mayor gave a brief speech about how fortunate we all are to live here, and how much we owe to our veterans, living and dead. Then he read a proclamation honoring World War II veterans and presented copies to the two vets who were present.
The pastor of First Baptist Church was proclaimed Parade Grand Marshal. He gave a fine prayer, not too long. At 10:00, there was a watermelon-eating contest. Frank and Vlad participated and got covered in watermelon. They each got to keep their slice of watermelon. Don’t know who won, but it wasn’t us.
Bill put up his phone finally and wandered around looking stylish. Kathleen jumped in the inflatable jump-thing. We bought some snacks from the Boy Scouts. The parade started at 11:30 ... police, fire department, local businesses, churches, a few Republican politicians, etc. A riding school brought out about a dozen horses, very amusing for children. Candy was tossed. Kathleen got the bounce-house mostly to herself during the parade. Bill watched her.
Then we came home and had lunch, put some kids to bed, and then DP and I went to the gym. I was really too tired for the gym, but I won’t want to go tomorrow afternoon after working at the Missionaries of the Poor, either.