Went to my town's Christmas parade on Saturday.
My old high school's marching band.
And our mascot. For the record, it's a falcon, not a chicken. But we understand your confusion.
Guilford County Sheriff's Department shows off some of its toys.
Color guard.
More of the sheriff's toys.
There was a buttload of classic cars of all sorts.
My youngest nephew.
Those poor Cub Scouts. Apparently they can't afford a real camp, so they made a fake one using construction paper and markers.
Sons of the Confederacy, I guess.
This was the first official flag of the State of North Carolina, adopted in 1861 during the War between the States.
The modern North Carolina flag (from the battleship North Carolina in Wilmington) for comparison.
More cars. There were countless cars.
Uncle Sam.
Any dog small enough to step on is too small.
We may be a small town, but we keep up-to-date with the latest fashions, gramophone music trends, et cetera.
We even drive the most advanced vehicles of the 19th century.
Santa landed on our firetruck. It was horrible. The firetruck ran over all the reindeer, and it turns out that Santa doesn't carry collision insurance...
The fire station.
Khrushchev's Other Shoe wrote:So how was it?
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