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Archive for October 13, 2008

A Home Town Parade

I have to admit that I haven’t actually attended the “Tobacco Festival” parade in about 5 years. Before that, it was about 3 years. I remember going to the parade every year when I was a kid and I loved it! When my kids were old enough to “see” it, I took them. And was completely disappointed. I abandoned going for years because of that disappointment. I did finally attend after my step-dad moved here from Minnesota because I wanted to do that with him, but it wasn’t that much better then either. This year, however, was nice. The Festival committee finally got smart and stopped having the “Battle of the Bands” ( where the local high schools marching bands would compete) at the same time as the parade. Bands make a parade in my opinion. There were even very well done floats this year. I know I’ve been posting quite a few pictures in my blogs lately, but that’s what I’m about. I love to take pictures. I love to share them too. So does Gypsy so take a peek at her blog too!

Without further ado….

Waiting on the Jesse James Bank Robbery Re-enactment

Waiting patiently. It looks like there is a lot of shade here, but that is only an optical illusion.

James Gang riding into town.

James Gang Re-Enactment

Yes, that’s right, not only do we celebrate the growth of tobacco in our fine county, we also celebrate a bank robbery. While it is said that Jesse James himself was present for this robbery, it is unlikely that he did as he was recovering from an injury at his relative’s house in Adairville, Ky. His brother Frank was present, but we still call this the “Jesse James Bank Robbery Re-enactment”. We are a proud people. I wasn’t able to get any good photos of the actual “robbery” because, well, I’m short and there were taller people in front of me. Let’s just say there was much shooting and yelling. If interested, check out the movie, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford”.

After the mock robbery, we headed a little closer to the town square to get good curbside seats.

Peas & Carrots

This picture doesn’t show just how hot it actually was sitting there waiting for the parade to start.

My Shade Tree

This is Vegas being my own personal shade tree. It’s great to have friends who are abnormally tall.

Logan County Sheriff

Our esteemed Sheriff. Notice the vehicle. We tax payers are footing the bill for that gas guzzler. When I was about 8 years old, I saw that man eat an entire box of spaghetti. By himself. He wasn’t the sheriff then, but still…

Old School Firetruck

Local Fire Personnel

Auburn Fire Dept.

Logan Aluminum's Firetruck

The police were followed by the ambulance service and a multitude of fire engines, fire trucks, and rescue vehicles. All with sirens blazing. The last photo is of a fire truck from the biggest factory in Logan County. Basically it employs 75% of the community. As you can tell from the sparkly-ness of their fire truck, they have brand spankin’ new equipment too. *Side note: They make those aluminum cans you drink your soft drinks and beer from.* Recycle those cans people!!!

Hoo ah

The Army JROTC cadets. That was me about 11 years ago. We marched better though.

Mitch McConnell

Ok, right before this awesomeness of a car rolled up, there was a white Suburban with Illinois plates that looked completely out of place. The driver was talking all secretly into his hand. I joked with Gypsy that he was a guy just passing through and somehow ended up in a small town parade or he was a Secret Service guy. I came this close <—> to actually taking a picture of that guy, but I didn’t. Then up rolls the ol’ Senator…. duh… he was talking all secretly in his hand because he was actually all Secret Service-y. So anyway, that’s our Senator.

State Rep. Sheldon Baugh

State Representative, Sheldon Baugh

Elected Wingnuts

Our elected officials. Officially, I don’t like many of them.

Lee Dockins

The Grand Marshall, Lee Dockins. I really don’t have a clue what a “Grand Marshall” is.

Very Nice Chevy

I have no idea who some of these people are. I just liked the vehicles their names were attached to.

Democratic Float

I was excited by the Democratic float until I realized it had a jackass on it.

Ms. Tobacco Festival and her Court

Yea, yea…beauty queen and her court….whatever…

They were throwing candy from the trash can. I don’t know how I really feel about that.

I was trying to get a picture of the little old ladies in their rocking chairs. I had no idea they were members of the “Trailer Park Ministry”.

I love the bands, but this year they were very scarce. Barely 30 people to each band. And my old high schools’ band didn’t even wear their uniforms. Boo to you Logan County.

I called this the “Tractor Train”.

This was the best float by far… Where the factory is located at in Lewisburg, Ky used to be a big farm with several red barns. Some of the barns are still there so I like that they incorporated the barn in their float with tobacco hanging it also. The cans on the conveyor belt were actually moving in to the “recycler”.

Every year there is an “outhouse” race. I completely blanked out and forgot about it or I would have graced you with pictures from that too, but the lone outhouse in the parade will have to do.

My old high schools rivals, Russellville High. Their band was small too, but at least they wore their uniforms.

I couldn’t help but snap a picture of this cute little boy. As soon as he saw the camera, he smiled and waved. It seems like a perfect small town photo.

These were just some cars and trucks that I liked. No idea what the point of them being in the parade was though. My favorite is the last one.

If gas wasn’t a gazillion dollars a gallon…. I’d get me one of these. Minus the FFA group on the back.

The end of the parade always includes horses. That’s how you know it’s the end. They put them there because no one wants to walk through the poo.

But this year… they sent in the clowns to clean up the poo right behind the horses. Funny thing about those clowns… the sheriff’s deputy on the golf cart behind them. HMMM… one might wonder. So the group of people next to us asked said deputy, “Are those inmates?” With his evil grin and shoulder shrug he replied, “Always.”

This is like trying to travel through a closed sardine can. People EVERYWHERE.

I found this freakish tall man and took a photo with him. If you look carefully, you can see his wife taking our picture.

Memphis on his very first horse ride. He was a little excited.

Not his first, but certainly no less entertaining.

And here’s our crew…