Independence Day, 2006- Lil' Karl attends his first (of many, I'm sure) Collins Park Parade. A family tradition that dates back to when the past was in the present and things that cost more now were less then, older people were younger and we still believed that we put a man on the moon.
Lil' Karl got to witness (when he wasn't sleeping) old cars, lots of dogs, candy raining from the sky, and the marching band of bag-pipers. Pappa Ceph and Aunt Fran like to loom over Lil' K's slumbering frame and wonder what it must be like to be able to sleep through the din of crowd noise and back-firing antique fire trucks.
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