Spring Comes in a Roaring Thunder

Yes, spring does come to us in Johnstone in a roaring thunder, at least that is what it sounds like on a Sunday morning.

On Sunday we are sleeping in (not that I need a Sunday to do that) and in the midst of a dream I hear a too-familiar 'tap tap tap tap'. Though still asleep, I know that in a moment I will hear the thunderous sound of several drums lines from the fools that are marching down my street. They love to tap their way through town and then just as they reach our windows, BAM, time to strike up the band! Of course, we look out the window and a spontaneous and unannounced parade seems to be going down the street.

Now normally there is a marching band. However, this time it was a bit different. I look out the window and the band is on an open flatbed truck playing away. Due to being a total dork with the digital camera, I did not manage to get a shot of them before they were off down the road. So, now we joke about the infamous 'rolling band' and wonder when they will return. Though there was also a line of marching drums so I guess this gig was more of a combination.



It is a good thing I saw the rolling band first and not this large and scary clown...EEK!





I can't decide if these horses were dressed for the event, or just still had their slave hoods on from the night before.

I do appreciate a parade once in a while, just not every weekend and I know that will be the case quite soon.










'NO SIR, I didn't like it!!'






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