I've lived in this rural "small town" (technically I think it's classified as a city) for over 20 years. I grew up in a much smaller small town in Iowa.
I guess you take for granted after a while, that the life you lead is just the "norm" for everyone else, but watching the Nodaway County Fair parade on Saturday, got me to thinking how different a parade here is, compared to some of my readers in say, Los Angeles, New York, Minneapolis, Portland or Qatar.
So my friends, I present to you, an anatomy of a typical rural, midwestern parade. Complete with rednecks. (I say that lovingly.. I'm one too!)
Every parade starts with the crowds gathering. Get there early for the best seats. We tried to get their early, and made the mistake of trying to cross town ANYWHERE on the west side. Oops... huge tactical error. *not our happy place*
It was cold.
Oh and yes, our sheriff drives a truck.
"Like, OMG, stuck at this stoopid parade. time+half tho, woot!"
Sometimes they throw candy. Did I mention there's candy? That's how they get the kids to come out and look at old cars and girls in dresses. Candy.
Oh wait, here's the real reason I came to the parade:
Happy happy Tanner!
Sorry guys, you're hella sexy but blech. Can I scrapbook while you go to your tractor pull?
Oh wait I'm married.
But no candy.
Did I mention there's candy?
There's the magic carpet, and touring harleys...
And their wife says "when's the next parade dear?"
Then they give me candy, and I'm content.
Horse apples aren't candy. So don't pick one up.
And usually, the city's street sweeper is the last one, cleaning up lil' horse nuggets, but this year, we have this guy:
I'll leave the social commentary to myself, but will say that the candy was good.
*no horses, dogs, kids, cops, moilas, trumpets, cameras or candy was injured in the filming of this parade. Cept for the candy.