I can’t actually tell you why we do it.
Throwing blankets out along the curb on Center Street—days before the Summerfest even begins–
to save OUR spot along the parade route…
as though our lives depended on us keeping our yearly place…
does seem kinda nuts sometimes…
especially when you think…
heck–it’s only a parade…
with the regular horses…
decorated floats…
silly clown cars…
pretty girls…
and smiling babies.
But there seems to be more to this silly thing we do than just the carnival food…
and the lovely men in kilts.
I think it’s the warm, cozy, playing, laughing, eating, gathering family sort of thing, that makes us all feel so happy, so contented…
so very blessed…
that the only appropriate ending to such a day…
would be fireworks.


























































