Every time Jack’s been subjected to the Ralston family home movies he wonders if all we ever did was watch parades or march in them. Well that’s life in a small town, and we grew up in two of them. It’s been a long time since we’ve experienced a local parade and it’s great fun.
We started out at The Bean for a bagel and a cup of coffee.
Then found ourselves a prime viewing spot for the parade.
We were pretty excited to see our new friend the electronics technician/trombone player again.
And here’s another use for those plastic gallon jugs that keep piling up.
We didn’t enter the tractor raffle.
I have to say this is the first time I ever saw a church float in a parade.
These guys were wildmen and did manuevers and blasted music and threw candy to the kids, as did most of the paraders.
After the parade we walked through a yard sale on our way back to the bikes and saw this thing. We don’t know what it is, but it has a Steelers sticker on it.
Is it a yinzer trap?
Good call, and I might go for that if it weren’t for the hand crank on the side.
It is a gizmo that you tie around your waist, put grass seed in the canvas bag, walk along the dirt, turn the crank and the grass seed scatters. Jean
I suspected as much. Thanks for the confirmation.