Making Differences in Unexpected Ways

So we went out to the parade--I wanted to go down the street to avoid Perky and the Perkettes, but Nic wanted to sit with them. As luck would have it, I had a nice woman to talk to on the other side of neighborhood assoc central.

Her name was Marie, widowed, no kids. We ended up talking together long after the last division headed for our little downtown. I may never see her again, but it was one of those encounters you know will have reverberations on both sides for years to come.

I'm glad we stayed put this year. It was a lovely morning.

And the kids had fun, too.