The Life of Lou Ruppert

I remembered while we were waiting to start the parade that I was in a parade back when I was in high school too. I was in the Civil Air Patrol, and we marched in a parade in one of the small towns near high school. This was a better experience, though. The parade itself was pretty funny. One of the guys marching with us had a cow bell, and pretty much every couple blocks, a different group of drunk people would wander out into the parade route screaming “More cow bell!” It was like a performance art breathalizer.

In any case, it was a long day, and I’m glad to have made it home without my sinus cold flaring up. Just to be safe, though, I’ll spend the evening watching movies under a couple blankets, drinking hot tea.

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