^ The town I grew up in at one point (never in my lifetime) had three massive dairies, and produced more milk that any other town in America, so the town holiday is called "Milk Day." They now only have one dairy (Deans). There is a fiberglass cow statue in the middle of the town. Rival schools would vandalize it every time our football teams would play each other. At one point, the city was tired of paying to repair the cow every year, there was a push to get a bronze cow, but the bible folk thought that to be idolatrous.
The festival is three days long and plays the small town festival greatest hits with a Milk Queen, carnival, parade, fireworks, and the like. Almost nothing separates it from every other town festival except that it is the longest running festival in Illinois (78 years), and this year Svengoolie was the Grand Marshall. You read that correctly... Svengoolie.
During this three day festival public intoxication, noise, and fireworks laws / ordinances are very loosely enforced.
We did attend the parade, but did not hit any of the other city planned events, opting instead to drink, grill, and play lawn darts at my parent's house.


Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.
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