Today, Robert came home from work and immediately said we should walk downtown because Main Street was closed and clearly something was up.
Look, Robert! It's a parade! I LOVE parades!
Christmas time is here!
Nothing says Christmas like Shriners in kilts. Am I right or am I right?
Look out behind you! There are uni-cyclists! And kilted Shriners! And spats!
The very best part of any parade or high school sporting event: The marching band. Notably the drum section. Nothing is better. Except for maybe those kooky feathered hats. And spats. Spats are better. But that's it.
1 comment:
Golly am I glad I'm not the only dork out there ;-) I love parades too, and Christmas...not to mention spats (they remind of old-timey gangsters which remind me of Chicago, etc).
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