Friday, July 30, 2010
Just a heads up, dear readers, that I will be roughing it in a quaint resort town outside Bend, Oregon for the next two weeks. I'm taking my trusty laptop with me, but I have no idea if I'll be able to access the Interwebs, so my posts may be a tad sporadic. I'm confident you'll be able to manage without me.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Old-fashioned family fun. Sure, Pasadena has its swanky Rose Parade and Hollywood hosts a funky Christmas pcavalcade each year, but is there a city near you, Jason, that hosts a soiree where you can bear witness to preschoolers on trikes tearing up the asphalt? Well, look no further, my friend. Yesterday I literally stepped out my front door to find myself on the sidelines of my city's 25th annual River Days parade, a celebration of every small business, Boy Scout troop, and church in the area, with almost all participants decked out in either red, white and blue or rubber duck accoutrements (we have a thing for ducks, apparently), tossing cheap candy out to the crowd. One of the city council members even shouted out my name when she passed by, causing several sidewalk-sitters to turn and wave hello, making me feel like a bit of a celebrity. Once my family soaked up our fill of the small town procession, we headed off to the hokey arts and crafts market, watched partially clothed tots dance gleefully in the spray from the firefighters' hose, and passed judgement on the quilts artfully displayed in the library. The whole affair was so charming I almost expected to see Opie waltzing through the sun-kissed masses with a fishing pull cocked jauntily on his shoulder. If you ever want a taste of small town life, Jason, just say the word. I'm sure my brother would make room on the sidewalk for your bum so you could get your fill of grown men dressed like pirates and the rockin' sounds of the Sounders marching band (imported from Seattle). Any candy you catch automatically gets handed over to the nieces, though. It would be such a shame to ruin a Rockwell-esque moment with a tantrum from a sugar-deprived toddler. Besides, you'll want to make sure there's room in your belly for the funnel cake being dished out at the nearby park. Nothing says old-timey fun like a deep fried, powder-covered heart attack on a plate, I always say.