Then came Joe Biller the chief of Central Whidbey Fire and Rescue District five. He bought and restored this fire engine, and drives it in all the parades.
then he was followed by the rest of the town the garden club, the lions Club, the Basset Hound Club, the Boy Scouts, The High School Band and the Farmers with their tractors
and then the one and only police car. The fire trucks, and the Bus, and the CO of the Base and The Car Clubs all entered also.
our town is so small that they just don't think about blocking traffic during the parade, so the whole time all of these entries are driving DOWN the street, the Tourists are driving UP the street wondering what in the heck is going on. I almost peed my pants laughing. Finally they pull over and just wait for the next break in the parade to continue their drive up the street. We waved at them all, and the looks on their faces were priceless.
there is something comforting about living in a town that is so small that you know everybody and everybody knows you. You laugh and joke and yell at the people in the parade and they holler back. FUN. Of course since we are so close to the Base, the majority of our older men are retired Military, and they were all there in their legion hats and their mason hats and their blazers and ribbons. There are getting to be fewer and fewer of them every year.
From the parade, we went over to the campground where Phyllis was camping with her group and sat there for almost three hours telling stories, laughing and watching the squirrels run around the campfire picking up peanuts and scurrying them away. We tossed them big marshmallows too and what a hoot that was. 5 squirrels on a sugar high all screeching and begging for more, running up our pant legs and on to the picnic table. Those Lola's were a lot more aggressive than my Lola's are.
Bed time now, good book calling and Son asleep on the couch...
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