11 hometown parade

Once again the yearly tradition of heading back to my hometown, to sit on the same curb I have for every year of my life... in front of my uncle, now brother's, house.  It's this perfect spot, a block from the park where the parade ends and everyone gathers for the town festival.  But first, the parade. 

 It seems like forever before the parade starts, all waiting patiently for the first firetruck to round the corner. We can always hear them coming a mile away.

 But when the mix of floats, bands, and candy come parading our way it's all smiles where we sit. There's enough candy tossed to rival Halloween, and the sirens and band are quite entertaining. Mucho thanks to my dad for the best watch dog, keeping Josie firmly on the curb rather than running through the street for all that candy!