We had a Parade...

Around town in Rose's new red VW convertible. I remember when parades were harder, you had to walk and stuff. If there were just a few in the parade it was hard to tell you were having a parade. Now what with red top down everyone knows. I guess this little scene really captures one of the many meanings of this blog, how it used to be hard.







We even got my Mom and brother Glenn involved, fun for all ages.