On Jack’s birthday, in the morning, Dad and Audrey drove up from Morrison Lake where they live to spend the night. Mom and Pete took a quiet break to catch up on sleep at their cabin on Chub Lake while my dad came to visit.
It rained until we decided to go to Northport where they were having their annual “dog parade”. This little town dresses up buggies, cars, bikes, people, golf carts and of course the featured dogs according to a yearly theme. This year it was the Kentucky Derby. They stroll through the streets proudly with their pets in tow. A bit eccentric, yes, but fun to watch on an otherwise usual day. Because of the rain threat we left Lucy home. I regret that now because the skies cleared up and we enjoyed a stellar afternoon in Northport. My father usually arrives with a fist full of bills to pass out to the kids. This thrills the kids! They don’t expect it even though it should be predictable by now. It reminds me of visiting my dad’s father when I was young before he died, he always ushered us to the corner and opened his coin purse and passed us a silver dollar. It was like magic getting a surprise coin. So, naturally the money in their pockets drove them into the stores eager to spend it.
Here’s Jack watching the approach of the parade. They threw out necklaces, rings,candy and dog ear headbands to the kids.
I am going to show you what they are laughing at so you can laugh too.
Fiften or more 80+ people strutted down the street like this! The backs of the shirts were equally vulgar and hilarious. It was a cheap easy belly laugh we’ll likely giggle once or twice about again just for the audacity of their performance. A part of me hopes that when I’m over eighty that will be a good idea for me too. I never want to take myself too seriously.