Homecoming Parade

This is the weekend of my wife's 40th high school reunion. Her class, (middle far right) marched in the homecoming parade. They wouldn't let me walk with them, so I just took pictures.

Maybe I'm just getting old... but... the floats seemed amateurish, the girls seemed younger, and it took a lot out of me to bend over and pick up the thrown candy.

We went to the football game, and left at half time. Our team was ahead 48 to 14. GO TIGERS!!!

It is now 9:30 pm, and we are off to a local pizza parlor where we used to do a lot of courting. Tomorrow night is the big party at a local country club. Wish I was golfing instead of going to dinner. I am going under protest. IT'S NOT EVEN MY CLASS!!

Will catch up tomorrow.

The little girl in the lower left corner used to be our neighbor. She didn't win. The grand marshall by the yellow mustang is my old typing teacher. If I cursed... I would curse him every time I try to type my blip.