Everyone loves a parade

A parade seems to be one of those institutions that suddenly makes everything seem timeless.

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The bands. The kids.  The old cars.  Little Miss this and Grand Champion that.  Yelling from the sidewalk to a friend you haven’t seen in ages.  (Or maybe that last part is just me.)

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Smiling and waving and waiting for the horses.  The horses are always last, for obvious reasons.  The clip clop of horseshoes on pavement transports me to my childhood when I would wave from the front seat of my Uncle Jim’s wagon as my cousins road their horses along side us.

Parade horses collage

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