Usually I consider myself a fine connoisseur of parades, enjoying them from the comfort of a lawn chair on the grassy knoll under the railroad tracks on Commercial Street. I've never really enjoyed being an active participant. There's just something about sticking me in the back of a truck and "parading" me through the packed streets of Morgan County that makes me a little uncomfortable.
But if you promise to surround me with my Courthouse peeples, have someone more fashionable than me pick out my outfit, and me let cover my sweaty flat hair-do with a cowboy hat then I just may relent a little.
The parade was going to be Lydon's big debut as a firefighter/EMT- in-training and he was really looking forward to struttin' his stuff in a fire truck for the folks of Morgan County. But about an hour before the parade was about to line up, an emergency situation occurred that took out almost every emergency response vehicle (translation: firetrucks, ambulances, cop cars--which, by the way, had just been spit shined for the parade). Do you know how short a Morgan parade can get when you don't have hardly any fire trucks (Morgan or Mtn. Green), ambulances or sheriff's trucks? Good thing we had a fill-in ambulance crew to keep up appearances and fill in the gap...... otherwise, that end of the parking lot was super empty.
Also hanging out in the parking lot waiting to parade their stuff---------Uncle Jill and Kelley showing off the Devil's Slide Credit Union. Work it girls, work it.
Between Gwen turning the experience into a wet t-shirt contest (because each time she shot her super soaker over my head she ended up soaking me) and theCounty Attorney damaging my self esteem by making disparaging remarkds about my cowboy hat, I surprisingly made it out the other end in one piece.
1 comment:
It certainly was a fun ride.
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