Horses, Fire Trucks, and Candy- Oh, My!

I don't dislike everything about Louisiana. I mean....Alaska sure didn't have any small town parades and if they did it was definitely too cold to have a nice time standing around watching. When I go to these little events here, I miss home a little less. Although the parades here are much more substantial than the ones in my hometown. This one actually lasted hours. Pretty big deal.

That's what happens when The Fair comes to town.

A celebration must be had.

Fire trucks show up.

People ride bikes and horses.

Tractors pull wagon loads of kids sitting on bales of hay.

Pretty girls with huge crowns sit on the backs of sports cars and large trucks and wave as if they know every single person in the crowd. 

Candy is thrown

and life is good.

If you're lucky, you might even get a good laugh when you see a family of four packed onto a 4-wheeler. Mom is driving while managing a tiny child in front of her and simultaneously smoking a cigarette. Meanwhile, Dad is in the back with another one in diapers and they are quite the sight. There were no decorative streamers, no poster board signs. Nothing to hint that they were an actual part of the parade. They could have taken a left on the side road and just have been on an illegal Sunday drive with the family on the four-wheeler. These things happen around here.

And whatever. It feels a little like home.