Yesterday was the Mathews Christmas parade.
This year's parade was different.
Typically, the nighttime event was led by a man on a horse. This year's parade, held during daylight, was led by an iron horse of a different color to mix a few metaphors.
The skies had been overcast all day. Just as things were getting started, the first few drops of cold rain fell, which may explain why Santa Claus came first rather than last.
One of my favorite entries was a miniature 18-wheeler. Since there were no combines or other farm-related equipment, no horses, and no lights, all of my screams of joy were focused on this:
I'd give anything to drive this fun little vehicle. All of life's stresses could be cured with just one turn behind the wheel of this thing.
I'm sure of it.
There were several vintage vehicles participating. I wanted to drive them all.
Even this one.
I think it'd be fun to drive one of these firetrucks too, but I'm pretty sure I'd need a CDL to do that legally.
And I don't have one of those.
Yet.
Over the next few days I'll share some of the approximately fifty thousand photos of the abbreviated parade.
In the meantime, I think I'll look up the requirements for obtaining a commercial driver's license.
And becoming a Shriner.
