Was a piccolo player in the marching band

by Amy Turn Sharp






Our town keeps opening up it's treasures to us. We enjoyed the old school Memorial Day parade this morning. It was full of clowns and veterans and the cool Shriners in freaky small cars. It was so Norman Rockwell with a fly over from the military helicopters and smiling faces everywhere. Neighbors talking to each other and a feeling of community so thick you could slice kindness in the air with your fingertips. My neighbor made homemade donuts and the kid in all of the adults most definitely came out to play. Finn, Blaise, and their buddy Parker were in a state of awe for one hour. What more could you ask for?

Last year on this day I was thinking about this. Today I am still thinking those same thoughts. I hope we all are thinking a bit about the troops and wishing that next year things might possibly look a bit brighter.