Like David Hasselhoff’s career, or how Obama actually got elected. Of all the great mysteries of the universe however, the Oatmeal Festival has got to be tops on the list.
If this is your Board of Directors, I’m not sure there’s much I can do in the way of explaining things.
The Pet Parade was first on the agenda.
Interesting enough, but keep moving.
It might not seem like much, but trust me, there’s a lot going on here. The girl who decides to bring a chicken to the pet parade. Honestly, the chicken’s owner is a little more disturbing. But look closely, you’ve got old lady in folding chair who’s completely captivated with something other than chicken girl. Although, after looking at her shades, it could just be cataracts. Next, you’ve got the guy to her right. He gets there early enough to get a good seat…just so he can read the paper.
Our neighbor for the parade, the goose. Apparently the goose was a huge fan of the parade, as well as root beer.
The next guy really concerned me. I saw him coming up the street and I grabbed the girls and started sprinting for the car. Seriously, tell me you don’t see this guy and think of that red sawdust they used to throw on the floor when some kid puked.
This guy was, I have no idea what this guy was doing. Strange as he was, his mother stole the show.
I don’t know who she was, what she was driving, or how many bodies she had buried throughout the county, but she scared the kids, so that’s cool.
The Oatmeal Festival is small town pageantry at its finest. Strange, strange sights abound. I can’t explain any of it, but I highly recommend all of it.
Now that’s good stuff! I like the expression of the kid in the background of the last picture. Can’t tell if he’s scared or just plain confused. I thought we had some good festivals in Southeast Texas, but that tops it all.