Maneuvering through traffic in other places is a nightmare. There's the perpetual search for parking that can cost more than the car is worth to stop two hours. There is the interminable hike another fifteen minutes to the final destination where the line is another forty minutes to DO whatever it is which can't be seen anyway because of the crowds. That's how people DO fabulous things in other places.
I thought about these things as I was watching the little parade with great pride. I thought about how every child who grows up here will probably be in the parade once. I thought to count all the people in the parade who waved at me because we are friends and have been for years. That's child care at its best because that's what memories are made of.
My three daughters and Molly's two children watched it together. I had fond memories of other years when they had all marched, and soon Molly's two little boys would probably march as well. Katy was the first who marched as a winner of the school costume contest. Later, she was in the parade as a volunteer fireman.