I had forgotten how much fun small town parades can be. This year I got to see the Fairport parade through Evan’s eyes. He was transfixed; in awe of the trucks, clapping to the music and waving to the people. Even the threat of rain didn’t dampen our spirits.

My favorite part of today’s parade was the goat. The Humane Society had some human marchers and one goat. The goat was marching along just fine on his/her (I didn’t notice) leash until he came to the Fairport lift bridge. The goat dug in his hooves and wouldn’t budge. Was he afraid of trolls under the bridge? More likely he was afraid of catching his hooves in the bridge’s open grates,  although I don’t know how he could tell that before he got there.

Anyway, all’s well that ends well. Two marchers picked the goat up, carried him over the bridge, and the parade went on. No goat (or child) left behind.

Now I’m off to the ballgame. Frontier Field is my very favorite place to watch fireworks. Hope you’re celebrating too, and may God continue to bless America.