The day began with me and a couple thousand of my friends getting up way too early in to run four miles or so in the rain down Main Street. I have been doing this for years, so it’s a good way of measuring my physical disintegration. This year, maybe because it was cooler, I was actually a couple of minutes faster than last year.
Here I am close to the finish line, going too fast for the photographer to catch up. Notice the way my town paints the center line red, white, and blue for the occasion.
A couple hours after the race people reassemble on Main Street for the parade. It’s pretty much the same every year.
Here is Uncle Sam, who always leads off the parade:
Here is our world-famous Marching Kazoo Band:
Here’s a tall guy:
Here are some more guys pretending to be old-time baseball players:
Here are cute kids waiting for people in the parade to throw them candy:
And here is Tom Brady watching some bagpipers. What’s the Fourth of July without bagpipers?
Don’t you wish you lived in my little town?