Both ends of the age spectrum — and everything in between — were well-represented on Saturday night. From the adorable gee-whiz gymnastics of teeny tiny tumblers flipping themselves every which way to the refined retinue of retirement home ladies wearing their finest Sunday-go-to-meetin’ hats and waving from behind the tinted glass of a tour van cruising slowly by, they all received enthusiastic cheers from the onlookers.
Just when I thought I’d seen it all, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a shiny brown UPS truck with our former driver Tony waving from behind the wheel. Yes Virginia, you do live in a rather nice place when even your delivery man recognizes your kids. Or when a neighbor on the renowned Montrose Search & Rescue team passing by runs over to shake your hand, as another lifelong friend on the heroic team walks alongside, bouncing his young daughter on his shoulders the length of the parade route.
