A band. :)
I could have probably tossed the kids together and stuff, but I didn't feel like it. It had your horses, your gymnasts, the police cruiser with the snarling rottweiler, the pro-life fire engine and the NRA stickers on all of the sweet cars hauling 'royalty'. And because I cannot properly document my time here without pictures, here they are:
The pro-life fire engine has anti-abortion on one side, and abstinence means love/save it for the wedding night on the other. The people with the draft horses are, in fact, holding a shotgun. Only in rural cow country. :)
I went to the community bbq with Kostya. He actually behaved himself really well. We waited in line for about 20 minutes, and he laid down every time we stopped. Never barked, never tried to mooch from anyone but me. He is very interested in horses, never having seen one in his life. He also did not like the people at the pro-life display. I didn't either, with their fake fetuses and such. Some random kid (he proudly proclaimed that he was 18) came and sat on my porch with me during the parade. He actually came to retrieve his adorable, blond sister who was enthralled with Kostya (who gladly let her pull on his tail, ears, and touch him with her slobbery, cheeto fingers) but never left. I wasn't going to ask him to leave, because he was with the people who were with my landlord, who was sitting in my front lawn, but he was...strange. Everyone I have talked to here is very nice, very well meaning and says Springfield is a great place. This kid said all of the same things... and also said that Springfield doesn't have any gangs. Unless you count the churches. I thought this rather funny but didn't say anything. I tried to politely ignore the kid. After the parade, and the bbq, I was taking a nap and was woken up by the pastor of the Methodist church. Apparently, the kid was right. I suppose that is where I will be going to church tomorrow. Joys.
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