All we were trying to do was watch a parade, really.
Smedley and Sparky and I kept a promise I had made to my friend Frances (who is one of the funnier and gutsier people in the tri-county area) that we would attend the Glenn County Fair parade Saturday to cheer on her family's float. Every year her family creates a parade float, just because. Last year they all dressed as Elvis, right down to cardboard guitars. This year's theme:
Team Bacon spanned several generations and was a big hit on the streets of Orland. The announcer at the parade judging table cracked up to the degree that he had to put his head down for a second to compose himself. And for all of that, I didn't get ONE photo of Miss Frances doing the bacon dance (it goes -- are you ready? -- kiss-kiss, waaaaave, wax on, sa-LUTE!). But Frances was right in the middle of the action, doing the Macarena and the "Pulp Fiction" dance at the highest point of the float. She was a Bacon Cage Dancer. A Solid Pork Dancer. A Fry Girl. Don't worry; I'm done now.
Big thanks to the greater Kraemer family for an unexpected fun day. We'll be back next year.