parade again

Thought I would pay a quick visit again to our annual Grundy County Corn Festival Parade before posting some more Fall pictures. This is my youngest son. We have enjoyed watching the hard work, teamwork, and fantastic performances of the high school band that he has been a part of for the past four years. Yup…I am kind of a proud papa. Thanks for stopping by.

i can do that…i just don’t want to

He certainly looks happy and, considering all that is going on with clowns around here, this is a good thing! Also, full disclosure, I can’t do that.

7 trombones

“Seventy-six trombones led the big parade.”

Well, not quite 76, but I am sure that old Harold Hill would have been really pleased to see the seven trombone players pictured here marching in our county’s annual Corn Festival Parade.

a delight

Isn’t she a delight? Her eyes, her smile, and obvious joy! I don’t know her name, but I saw her at the annual Grundy County Corn Festival Parade, and she stole my heart 🙂

a father’s love

A wonderful moment between a father and his little girl, as the loud sirens of police cars and fire engines approached during our homecoming parade.

totally cool

Yeah….he’s totally cool. I miss my motorcycle. so i guess i am not totally cool… #whereismyharley

memories

This image contains lots of ingredients that make up a wonderful part of my life. It was taken a couple of years ago in my home town, East Meadow NY. You can see that it is the corner of FIFTH ST and PROSPECT AVE. If you walk towards the ’57 Chevy and turn right when you pass it, and walk down FIFTH ST, you will arrive at my home in about 4 minutes. Speaking of ’57 Chevy’s, I remember when my dad had one. In fact, I was so young, I can remember sitting in the back seat with my legs sticking straight out. I was too short to bend my knees over the edge of the cavernous seat. All to say, I love my home town memories, my dad’s old ’57 Chevy, and the precious gift of being able to go back and see my parents in the house I grew up in.