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Originally Posted by Muncle
Boomer,
You ever been in a parade and followed a troop of horses. After walking a few miles behind 10-15 horses on a warm sunny day, I think it's rather obvious.
oh there's some crap don't step in it.
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Yes Muncle,
Thus my reference to road apples.
But it just did not seem quite right. I am always trying to read in more I guess.
And now that you have mentioned parades, you just made me have a blast from the past...
Yeah it was hot.
There were horses in the lead.
Our uniforms were wool.
And I was destined to trudge along, squeaking away on my clarinet.
And the stupid clarinet was not even one of those cool black ones that came apart to put in the case. The damned thing was silver and one piece. It had belonged to my uncle when he was in high school many years before.
And I wanted to be a majorette not a clarinet. The white boots. The pleated skirts. I wanted it all. But the baton kept coming down and hitting me on the head. - good thing I never tried to twirl fire.
And...come to think of it...I always loved it when one of the majorettes stepped in some of that crap. I'll just think about that part.
Whew...I feel better now.
Thanks.
Boomer
btw I still think the little guy on the horse needs a better name.