But I love parades. So I held out the Red Rooster carrot with a subsequent coffee-shop option and Elvis here we come.
Elvis guarding the plates at Red Rooster's breakfast buffet.--->
The parade was perfect Hill Country, except for the missing horses and fire trucks, it was true to the quirky nature of the place.
I stood behind the cutest citizen. I'm pretty sure that's why Uncle Sam threw extra beads. Yes, beads and candy. I don't know when this became a Declaration signing tradition, but I like it. No one threw panties like the ones I caught at a New Orleans Mardi Gras parade decorated with an oyster and the words 'Eat It Raw', but that was a different kind of celebration...
This seemed to be a year for decoration. Check this out--eagles, flags, soldiers and weapons plus slogans. I wondered if the owner designed it at happy hour. Maybe it's just his kinda bumper sticker.
Another enthusiastic patriot, with a sense of porpoise.
Rat Resurrection, "Saving One Rat At A Time"; note the giant stuffed rat in the passenger seat. Which political party do you think he belongs to?
The county Democrats had plenty of pep in their step but not many marchers.
The Republican Woman were led by men in a pickup truck.
The Tea Party turned out the most marchers, including babies and grandmas, proselytizing all the way.
<--Note brochures in hand. The sweet little old lady next to me was too polite to refuse and ended up with five, bless her heart.
Families and dogs were crowd favorites.
Wherever you are, whatever you did to celebrate our individual freedoms, I hope your day was good.
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