We made it through the entire Carleton Place Christmas Parade last night mostly due to strategically placing ourselves at the beginning rather than the end of the route as we had in years past. One thing I noticed right away (and much to the delight of my kids) was that there's way more candy available and the people handing it out are way more eager to offer it. The evidence proves it as we got a pretty decent bag full of goodies this year as opposed to other years where we were lucky to get a candy cane.
There were the usual assortment of small-town charm(y) floats...The mayor being pulled in a carriage by a very skittish horse. I'm assuming she made it unscathed as I haven't heard anything about a carriage wreck or an emergency election being called. There were also live cows, the prerequisite dance schools with their uber-cheerful troupe of girls (plus the one token guy) doing their Christmas routines, and the float from the Ploughman's Association which inexplicably led my friend who was standing beside me to start giggling like a school girl.
Now having grown up in a small town and finding myself living in just a slightly larger one I have had a long appreciation for the writings of Garrison Keillor and his beloved Lake Woebegone (shout out to Mr. Duplissea for introducing these books to me way back in High School). I love Keillor because I feel like I know what he's talking about when he writes about his small prairie town in Minnesota. This float last night was my Lake Woebegone moment.
And that's the news from Carleton Place...
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