"Once upon a midnight dreary, as I lurked on channel 22, weak and weary." Last night I heard on the CB that the new Shotgun News Treasury was out in town. There are only three news stands in the whole county, one at Walmart, two at the grocery stores. One of the grocery stores doesn't carry it. So I knew I had to go to town today. They only get so many copies, and those are gone in heart beat.
So my wife and I loaded up about 8:30 and headed for town. We hit the town square about 9:00, along with the rest of the population of this country and the four adjacent counties. Our town has a huge Memorial Day parade, and this year it kicked off at 9:00.
Every road was blocked. The volunteer fire department, the emergency rescue guys, the State Police, the Sheriff's Department and the 3 man town police department were all there to make sure you could not extricate yourself from the mob until the parade passed. It looked like the exodus scene from Cecil B. Demille's epic The Ten Commandments.
Finally we put the car on a side street and walked to a little cafe for an early lunch. We just stayed there until the parade was over, and then we went to Home Depot. My wife got a late mother's day present in the form of a flowering plant she wanted, and a big ceramic pot to put it in.
The to the grocery store, where I got my magazine, and some smoked neck bones for the dogs.
Then to Walmart, where we bought $300 worth of groceries, which we were barely able to stuff into the Cherokee, even with the back seat down. Once home, it was more work to unload than it was to buy. Everything had to be hauled into the house and then stowed. I was already worn out by being crammed into the seething masses of people everywhere we went. Stores full, streets full, roads bumper to bumper around town. Horrendous.
I'll never go into town on a Memorial Day again.