Today is the Rock-around-the-clock-land Lobster Festival parade. I am laying low about a mile from the parade route, but I hear Shriners. After marching in a multitude of 4th of July and Lobster Festival parades, that backfiring go-kart sound will haunt me the way fireworks haut military veterans.
My wife once made a Shriner cry. That's real power.
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There are way too many festivals in this world.
Ms. Dee- I know you'd dig the lobster festival if you and your family were to venture north; chilling on the Maine coast, mountains of fresh seafood, weird dudes dressed as Seasame Street characters...
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