It was a glorious Memorial Day today, and as in many small towns, a parade marched down the main street.
Anticipation is a wonderful thing, adding much excitement to the day.
We had brothers and sisters,
and sisters and brothers waiting for the parade.
You know that your in a small town when there are more tractors in the parade than bands.
You know your in a small town when goats are a main attraction in the parade,
and we love the fire dog even though he is not a dalmation. You also know that your in a real small town when the parade passes you once, and then turns around and comes back from the other direction.(no kidding)