To mark today’s holiday, the kids and I headed to a parade in a nearby community.
It was like visiting Mayberry…right down to the white picket fences and cute families lining the streets.
Little kids waved their flags and scoured the curbside for candy tossed from floats.

The parade was appropriately patriotic (so good to see so many soldiers home for the holiday and receiving the applause they deserve).

We saw lots of horses…

…funny characters and fun floats.

…but here’s the real reason that we parked a mile away and hoofed it to sit on a curb to watch a two-hour parade in 100+ degree heat in a town in which we don’t live:

Check out my dad!!!
He rode a bike the entire parade route with his 1952 high school classmates.
How ’bout THAT?!
Only two of his classmates rode bikes. The rest opted to ride in cars.
It’s been sixty years since he’s walked the halls of high school yet he’s in better shape than most people half his age.
My kids and I were beside ourselves.
We’re so very, very proud.