I forgot to post these pictures earlier. It was about 95 degrees on the 4th of July and probably slightly more humid than the jungles of Burma (or Myanmar, if you prefer). Just absolutely gross. Added to this was the equally gross opportunism that manifested itself in the parade's floats.
Nearly every other float was somebody running for office; we had both candidates for governor, several for the vacant senate seat, too many to count for various state and county positions, and one for assistant reference librarian.
Ok, I made that last one up, but there sure were lots of people in convertibles wearing fixed smiles and trying to look pleased about being in the kind of sun that would keep French foreign legionnaires indoors.
There were some bands, of course, and various veterans and patriots' groups, including a revolutionary war re-enactment group that featured a guy who looked like he went to school with Nathan Hale. I'm not kidding. What would possess a man who probably voted for Coolidge to think that woolen breeches and a worsted great coat are a good idea in July is beyond me. But he toughed it out, and the crowd gave him a huge round of applause. [I'm sure the echoes of our clapping comforted him as he was rehydrated in the ambulance we saw racing by 20 minutes later.]
Was it a good parade? I have no idea. But Samson and his buddy, Jacob, had a blast watching the trucks, eating goldfish, and just generally commandeering a small strip of sidewalk.
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