Small Town Living

Today was the annual Labor Day Parade for our county. It’s a great opportunity for the community to come together, for politicians to hand out candy and troll for votes, for folks to enjoy the last gasp of summer before school starts. We went this year with extra motivation, as we’re now a marching band family, and the parade presented the first opportunity to see Syd and her trombone in action. First things first, however; David and Shannon were intent on grabbing as much of the candy tossed their way as possible! I love that my fifteen-year old can still act like such a child at times…

There were the requisite ‘cool cars’ in place, including this
pristine example of…something. Old car is all I know….

And this one? Who knows. It’s a small town, and we’ve got all kinds here…

And here’s the stars of the show, in resplendent glory!

That’s my girl. I was SO proud!

Standing at attention for the grandstand performance.
Syd’s in the middle – doesn’t she look cool?

And you thought Elvis was dead!
Here he is in our little ol’ hometown, blessing the crowds with his presence!
Happy Labor Day, all; and best wishes for all those who tomorrow begin the age old routines of bus routes, school lunches and homework.

The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. ~Ecclesiastes 1.6-9

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