It was a good show this year, albeit excessively slow. The day was banked in with fog which made for nice photos but it was chilly! The sun did finally peak out after the parade as we walked home from our little perch on the curb of Main Street, Fort Bragg. It dawned on me while sitting there that it is my 27th year watching that dang parade. Oh, I suppose I probably missed a couple of them in my anti-establishment phase, but in general I have been here for it. My pops and I used to watch the parade when the Company Store was called "Daly's". I remember we wore our matching fleece jackets. Mine was pink, his was grey. We bought them of course, at Daly's.
Ah, memories. Lots of drama around here these days but it's a good town none the less. It's a lot like Cheers. Everyone knows your name and if they aren't glad you came, their mom or sister or brother's cousin is. It evens out.
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