This Sunday our borough celebrated its sesquicentennial. Minime marched with the Girl Scouts. Their troop leader didn’t want them to throw candy so they gave out dog biscuits instead.
Minimike and I marched with our church. Minimike didn’t want to give out candy, just hold the bags in her stroller. She started to fall asleep but we were right in front of the fire trucks and the sirens woke her up. When I had passed out all of our candy we ran ahead to catch up with Minime’s troop at the end of the route and watched the rest of the floats. Here Minimike is waving to our pastor (in the hat).
After the parade we went to the festival. It was kind of smallish – no rides except for a moonwalk. The kids ran around a bunch. Mike and Pat went to the car show to see the General Lee. (No John Schneider. Sorry.) Then we went for Mike’s and my favorite part, the food. Potato pancakes. Yummy, greasy, potato pancakes. Mmmm…..
Mike’s least favorite part about our community celebrations is the fireworks because they make Spenser freak out terribly. (Spenser is almost 12 and more neurotic than ever.) People in our area will use any excuse to shoot off fireworks: Fourth of July, Memorial Day, Reagan’s Birthday, Survivor Season Premiere, Slovakian Boxing Day, Pete’s Dog Sneezed, etc…