I love the Fourth of July. It's a great day to spend in town with our neighbors (actually, I love any Federal holiday that involves the pool and cookout with our friends).
This year, Carmel was practically bursting with Americana. It was such a typical midwestern American town that I almost expected John Melloncamp to walk out from behind a tree. Despite the 100 degree day, the streets were lined with people to watch the Annual parade. The fourth largest 4th of July parade in the nation, I might add.
Our crew. This has become a little tradition of ours. The moms go for breakfast, the dads load up the snacks and we all meet at the same place to watch the parade
We normally sit at the end of the route so it takes a while for the parade to reach us. But when it does, we are all extra excited to see the guy on stilts.
Of course, what is a parade in Indiana without the Speedway bagpipers--Offical pipers of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.
Also, you need a princess and a pace car.
A tractor, of course. This is Indiana.
And Indiana's favorite sportscar--represented by the Corvette club. Incidently, we found out that other friends that we were sitting with had a Corvette pacecar in the family. Until the Grandpa sold it to get a motorcycle or something.
And Mini Corvettes. come on!
And finally, the lawn mower trick teams. They aren't spending any time cutting grass around here.
A completely unstaged picture. Red, White and Blue dads. The ones on the ends are extra classy.
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