I love our town. Seriously. We have our down days but mostly it is gravy on top of gravy. Things take longer. There is a certain circuitous route to accomplishing the most mundane tasks. It took 3 days to purchase medicine for a stomach thing. Eeesh.
Looking over the pics I see what could be perceived as permissiveness; the kids on crazy scary rides, the bar and free flowing Modelos, the mechanical bull, the hot dogs wrapped in bacon and deep fried, the bb guns fired by 6 year olds, the electric lines on the wet wet ground, throwing rocks to smash bottles in order to win beers, etc. The thing I feel is different is that the kids are there with their families and the other kid's families are there, too. That is not to say there aren't unsupervised activities among the teenage crowd- there were some questionable stuff going on among the older kids. I was a teenager once too. But I for sure wouldn't have even been in the same neighborhood as my parents and their friends. No, I would have been far far away. I guess I am only seeing the ones that are somewhat tied into a community fabric and not the ones inside doing things worse than sneaking a beer.
Well I digress. Here are the pictures.
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