Monday, December 3, 2007

Small Town Celebrations

Our small town has a number of public events each year. In the spring, we have a Memorial Day parade to honor fallen veterans. Local residents bring out military regalia and parade through the streets toward a forum for speeches from dignitaries and such. Then there is pie.

Throughout the summer, there's a farmer's market every Saturday morning and Wednesday afternoon. Locals bring produce, preserves, and crafts to hawk along the street, and there's a celebratory air in the village. The stores all appreciate the additional traffic, and many of the little boutiques have extended hours when the market is in full swing.

Labor Day is the big shindig. We pull out all the stops. The main drag is closed off, filled with carnival rides, fried or frozen food stands, and live entertainment. The village springs for fireworks, and the whole town turns out. Many other local towns have Independence Day fireworks, but on Labor Day, we're the only game in town.

The past two years have seen Halloween Ghost Tours where volunteers guide visitors around town with tales of spooky happenings in the past. I haven't yet attended one of those, but maybe next year.

We're also starting a Christmas in the Village thing. The businesses on the main drag kept their doors open for business on Friday and Saturday night, and even the banks opened up the lobbies for carolers and other entertainment.

We stopped by the hippie/emo/beatnik coffee shop Saturday night, because Son's guitar teacher was on stage with his daughters. They performed a variety of Christmas and winter music. The instructor's youngest child is an active two-year-old with no fear. This little blond kid was running around, courting danger near the wires and music stands all evening. It was pretty funny.

We had dinner at Small Town Restaurant, which was packed. We were lucky enough to be joined by Baldo and Geekina McNerdy. After dinner, Geekina went shopping, and Baldo followed us around for a while, until the evening was done.

We ended up back at the Cöffëe Haus again. The music instructor was still on stage. By this time, he was asking for requests. GPop and I have had years of experience singing on stage as part of a chorus, so the joke request from our table was "Anything that requires a baritone!" What we actually requested, though, was "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer." What we got was "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

All in all, we had a fine evening.

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